Being Percival’s wife meant constant attention or dealing with his tendencies to be smug, he knew you didn’t mind though, your a wonderful woman, he knows you well.

Currently, he was playfully bragging about his effortlessly flawless hair, smirking as he runs a hand through his hair, his eyes closed in smugness, not noticing you chuckling and laughing his antics.

"My hair has always been this beautiful since the very day I was born!"

He boasts, doing flashy poses, grinning and bragging about his hair, taking pride in your giggles and chuckles, taking as you're simply attracted to his usual antics, unknowingly to him, you were laughing at his boasting.

"Aren't I just stunning, darling-hey! what are you laughing at?"

He says, looking at you curiously with a slight pout, curious why your laughing at him.