"Assault and property damage?" She raised an eyebrow, fixed him with a glare. "Liar. You and I both know I can't be charged with that unless Smith presses charges. And really? Git or not, I doubt he's going to go crying to the DMLE that he was beaten up by a girl."
Stupid git. Smith, not Percy. Though he could be right up there.
She reminded herself that this stuffed shirt pomposity (was that even a word?) was Percy's way of showing that he cared. If he didn't, he would have just dropped her off at home. So she sat back on the sofa, stirred her tea around with a small spoon, and let his lecture wash over her head.
"Why do you think I went there, Percy?" She glanced at him. "Come on. Use your head."