Percy honestly wasn't sure whether to be worried about Taryon or not. Tary had said that it was personal, and there had certainly been a hint of urgency to the request to speak, but knowing the artificer as he did it could be any number of things. For all he knew, Tary wanted to wax poetic about how amazing Vex was. People did that rather a lot, and rightly so. Still, it probably wasn't that. He was fairly certain ladies were not Taryon's interest, save for perhaps Keyleth. And that had far less to do with gender than it did with competence and power.
He had resolved not to think too heavily on the subject, going back to working on some improvements to Bad News in the living room of the apartment. The days were starting to get hot, in a way he had never been quite comfortable with coming as he did from Whitestone, so he was stripped down to his undershirt, braces hanging down by his sides. Even so, the physical work had left him sweaty and disheveled. He hoped Tary wouldn't mind, but the man was a fellow tinkerer and would probably understand.
When the knock came to the door, he set the rifle aside and moved to answer it. "Come on in," he said. "Everyone else is out. Are you all right? What did you want to talk about?"