Percy enjoyed the warmth as well, his fingers curled around the cup of tea, the warmth seeping out into his skin. That was half the enjoyement of tea, he had always found - the warmth of holding it.
"Why?" Percy asked, and he almost looked a little amused. "Can't control yourself when I'm around? Can't keep track of the time." It was rare that he got to make any sort of joke, and so he felt pleased, even if it was a fairly easy one.