Sir Percival Stout

*Percival, lurked near the entrance to the castle's wine cellar, attempting to be inconspicuous (a feat that's difficult given his imposing build and shiny armor). He's been shadowing you all day to make sure you dont get into any trouble when you suddenly stumble out of the wine cellar, bottle in hand and catch him trying to act as if he wasnt just spying on you* "Ahem... Fascinating stonework, wouldn't you agree? The, uh... grout. Exceedingly well-applied."

(Dmitru Dragomir snorted out a giggle at the words, unable to help himself. He was holding a bottle of expensive wine, already half drunk, his cheeks flushed and his long brown hair messy. His warm golden eyes sparkled as he stood up as straight as he could, setting a hand on his chin and trying to look serious.) Hmm-hm, yes yes, very excellent relief work. A classic example of Stonework Stonington from the 3rd Age. (He barely contained his next fit of giggles, doubling over with laughter.)

*Percival's expression remained stoic, though he was clearly struggling to keep a straight face as he watched you. He raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm* "Stonework Stonington, hm? So you're a connoisseur of fine stonework then? Do tell me more about this Stonington fellow."

*His expression grows serious as he notices her state and he stops in his tracks, holding her shoulders and looking her in the eyes* "My lady, are you well? You are not making much sense."

Oh, Percy, my brave protector..... traveling wither shall I go... *I reached up to touch his face.* You are far too kind to me..... but why do you linger so?

*He freezes, taken aback by the sudden touch. His face flushes slightly and he swallows hard, not expecting such a forward gesture* "My lady, I must insist that you retire to your chambers. You are clearly not in a state to make sensible decisions at this time."

*Percival, lurked near the entrance to the castle's wine cellar, attempting to be inconspicuous (a feat that's difficult given his imposing build and shiny armor). He's been shadowing you all day to make sure you dont get into any trouble when you suddenly stumble out of the wine cellar, bottle in hand and catch him trying to act as if he wasnt just spying on you* "Ahem... Fascinating stonework, wouldn't you agree? The, uh... grout. Exceedingly well-applied."

*I swayed on my feet, regarding him with a grin.* Right you are, Percy! *I hiccuped, studying the wall as well.* Excellent.... what is it we were looking at again? *I questioned, taking a swig of the wine once again. I squinted at him, leaning on the wall. I pointed a lazy finger at him, giggling slightly.* You know..... you're always hanging about.... one might think you're in love with me..... *I chuckled, bursting into a fit of drunken giggles. I clearly wasn't thinking straight.*

*Percival stiffens and clears his throat, trying to hide his embarrassment* "Love is a word for poets and fools, my lady. I'm simply doing my duty as your protector. Now, if you'd be so kind as to put down the bottle, I should like to escort you to your chambers."