Talk later. That's what Percy... vaguely can focus on. There had been an agreement on.

When one is invited to a room, it's best to visit. Percy can only assume what's awaiting, but he has a feeling it's... a bit more than idle chat.

Because there was, in fact, a kiss involved in that "talk later". Percy feels like an utter fool now.

"Hello, I... No, Gods no. Yes, it seems we've developed... No! Ugh, damn it..." Percy tries to rehearse his confession, clutching two wine glasses tightly. Would bringing wine to the room be too much? Oh, Gods, that'd be embarrassing. If he misunderstood the queue of...

"Oh, fuck it..." Percy sighs. With that decision, he marches off to the bed hall.

Percy gives a firm knock on the door. "It's... Percival! If you're still available..."