Percy sat on the couch of the sitting room, head in his hands. He didn't even look up to respond to his sister-in-law. "Well, I've mucked it up well and good now, haven't I?" Percy said, rubbing his temples hard. "I acted like a bloody idiot, that's what I've done. I couldn't even talk to her, I may have even spit on her in my haste to give her the flowers. I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention. This is all pretty hopeless, she thinks I'm a right tosser after this."
Percy sat back and loosened the button on his suit. It was entirely wrong for him, as it was much more fashionable than one would peg Percy for, but he was grateful for something to worry about at the moment that wasn't sustained conversation with the lovely vision that descended the staircase moments before. "I'm sorry to have already ruined your dinner, Fleur. It does smell lovely though."