Oh, Light. He might not be able to tell what Percival is thinking exactly, but with that soft groan and the way he pulls him closer, he can guess. He gives a wordless hum to convey understanding and acknowledgement. That lack of predictability must be difficult to deal with. And it would make sense, he reasons, for it to have been sped along--perhaps even directly triggered--by their recent discussions and preparations.

Even as his own heart rate elevates, he levels a very dubious look up at his husband when he attempts to reassure him.

"Are you?"

It certainly doesn't seem like the sort of thing he'll be able to keep under wraps for the remainder of the evening--but if Percival wants to try, he won't stop him. It would be a slight to leave so early.

"You will not mind, then, if I accept a few offers to dance," he says mildly, knowing that he'll do no such thing.