His eyes watched you, they always did, always seemed to wander right back to their spot. Percival wouldn't consider himself obsessed, just a bit...infatuated.

With you. With lovely you.

And he took no problem in trying to conversate, trying to get to know every little thing about you. Because you fascinate him, intrigue him, charm him.

Of course, he wasn't a fool. He didn't make his interest obvious. Percy just liked walking around with you and speaking of anything and everything. He found it quite nice to just...be in the moment, to relax. With you.