That his state of confusion had clouded his senses was proven when Percival pulled up tight at her voice. How had he not noticed that there was someone in here with him. Percival was careful when he moved this time. Aware that his size made this a small space for him, it certainly did her no favors either he was sure.

She sounded as if she was joking and as his eyes lit upon the chestnut haired beauty his head titled. Percival looked at her in confusion for many a moment as he wondered exactly what she meant.

"I don't know what you mean, My Lady." He shifted, pushed clothing from his way to get a better view. A coat snagged on his sword and the Knight had to glance away from her and down to it to free the weapon without drawing it.