Oh, was Percy ever the sneaky bastard.
He had been plotting in secret ever since his
last conversation with Kit - now called Kitty in private. (Relative private anyway, he still wasn't sure the extent of her secret.)
Thinking his clever plan was now fully fleshed out, he went to seek out the gentleman in disguise in the hope that she would entertain his fancy. He knocked on her door and waited with hat tipped jauntily to the side of his head, arm resting on his long walking stick. He hadn't felt this giddy in a very long time, so uneventful had his time at the Park had been in the recent days...weeks...perhaps even months. It was the first bit of adventure in a long while.
Ah, persuasion.