[ This is all too much to make sense of in one go. Percival knew exactly what he was doing, so he doesn't feel its fair to completely blame the mistletoe. Not when her charm and pull had (and still feels) so genuine. The difference is, Percival has come to his full senses, and shock at how familiar and forward he'd acted soon sets in to shame. ]

N-no, of course not! That's not the problem at all...! [ Isabela may be joking, but he's the sort of person that tends to take most things at face value, so humor and sarcasm are often wasted on him. He only grows more mortified as she continues, frowning deeply and trying to find some composure. ]

Cease this. You're a... talented kisser. [ That alone is hard enough to admit in his sober mind when he barely knows anything about this person. ] And your breath is fine.

[ He sighs. ] But I acted under magical influence just now... and I believe I should excuse myself.