I apologize, mother. [ it's earnest, the way he says it. percival dips his head a bit sympathetically. ] I simply thought to greet our guest myself. She's a familiar face.

[ his gaze shifts towards Velvet, smirk subtly inverting into a scowl. ]

If you say so.

You didn't answer my question.

[ ...but that scowl quickly becomes a sneer, and he stifles a condescending laugh. ]

You're her admirer, and yet you have no idea as to who her father is?