He's oblivious, perhaps stupidly so; as observant as he normally can be, he's not in a mood to analyze the details of Vex'ahlia's shifting expression, and he doesn't know her well enough to do a good job of it. (Nor has he got his spectacles, for that matter, though that's not such an important detail when she's this close.) For the moment, he's purely contented with things as they stand, and he's willing to assume she is, too. It's not as though she didn't enjoy herself thoroughly, after all.
And she answers with exactly what he might have hoped, which only improves his mood further. Why worry about anything right now? They've the rest of the night to themselves, and she has no real concern about her friends' awareness of them, which means he needn't worry, either. Slipping away back to the inn, moving quietly up the stairs, making use of a bed - Percy can even let himself look forward to it, in ways that would normally seem like folly.
He dips his head to kiss her once again, something affectionate and lingering, and hardly lifts his head when he murmurs, "Then we'd better head for that bridge."
And then he's moving away, hoisting himself out of the water and going in search of a towel.
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Date: 2025-03-17 09:52 pm (UTC)And she answers with exactly what he might have hoped, which only improves his mood further. Why worry about anything right now? They've the rest of the night to themselves, and she has no real concern about her friends' awareness of them, which means he needn't worry, either. Slipping away back to the inn, moving quietly up the stairs, making use of a bed - Percy can even let himself look forward to it, in ways that would normally seem like folly.
He dips his head to kiss her once again, something affectionate and lingering, and hardly lifts his head when he murmurs, "Then we'd better head for that bridge."
And then he's moving away, hoisting himself out of the water and going in search of a towel.