Hmm. Well put. Sage advice for dancing and in the battlefield, I suppose.

[ Percival doesn't initially think much of their dance— he is a born and bred noble, after all, and ballroom dancing was a crucial part of his education. Perhaps it's when she says the word "grinding" that he realizes just how close they've gotten, evident by the gradual color and slow warming of his face. He keeps his composure, however, frowning just a bit as he guides her back to a stand, palm lightly pressed against the middle of her back. ]

Indeed. I'm a knight, and have been for far longer than our time in El Nysa. Do you have a problem with knights?