a rich ponce with far too many names.

"Yes." Percy's shoulders slump, an embarrassed smile on his lips. Under other circumstances, laughter might kill his nerve, but right now, it's a massive relief. Anything to know he hasn't murdered this night in its cradle - after that kiss, he doesn't want to lose the pleasure of her company. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."

She moves away in search of the soap, and he follows without hesitation. Staying near to her feels increasingly vital.