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... oh. Oh.
Impulse had Percival slapping a hand upon his forehead and turning on spot as he tried to hide how immeasurably stupid he suddenly felt, the opposite hand perching on his waist. How could he not have caught that? In his own defense, he hadn't been thinking anyone would put two and two together, but for someone who he'd made contact with... it did make sense. God above, were they were really that terrible at keeping secrets?
He sighed. It was time to drop the cop act, he supposed, as he resumed his position facing the now not-so-nameless masked vigilante. Anyone who might have been watching would have witnessed Percival carefully dropping into a deep crouch before her, his head bowed and fingers resting upon his knee. A cop kneeling before a kid? Nonsense.
"Forgive me -- I wasn't sure who else knew." From his lowered position, the knight in blue armor raised his eyes to meet hers, distantly glad that he could finally address her properly with the mask out of the way. "My name is Sir Percival, but you would do well to refrain from calling me so in public," he warned her, tone softening with regret at his harshness. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Laurie."