Percy's tensed, waiting for things to take a turn for the worse, watching her with a wary sidelong gaze. She resents, though, and he breathes out, his shoulders sagging forward.

"Thank you." Honesty saves his life once more, it seems. However much he might regret the way this night has ended up, Vex'ahlia is nothing if not merciful in the face of the truth. He resolves here not to lie to her - or to minimize the lies he tells her, at least. He'll avoid everything he can't let her know, focus on the things he can, and hope she'll still be interested after a week or two out in the wild. "I, er - I think I've taken enough advantage of your friendship for one night. If you'll excuse me -"

He begins to stand up, his final pint still only half-drunk.