[ Every last shred of rational thought is telling him that this isn't proper. But even while some semblance of shame seems to cling to his mind, Percival cannot help the way he instinctively moves to hold her closer, almost protectively so, when he feels and hears Shura react to the cold. It also serves as a reminder that they aren't in complete privacy, a thought that he finds equal parts troubling and thrilling. His eyes flicker back up to her face, and he's surprised to find their faces so close.

Though his fingers still trace idle patterns on her now bare back, and he wishes for nothing more than to return to the task he'd been occupied with, he can't ignore the feeling that something has a hold over them. ]

You feel it too, don't you? The urge to take part in such... vulgarities, yet I barely know anything more than your name. We're... [ He inhales a small sigh, because even while he's speaking, he can't deny that her presence is addicting, and their lips being so close together yet untouching is driving him crazier by the minute. ] under some sort of influence.

[ Didn't it bother her? ]