Though Percy defended that man he only knew in his dreams, he could understand that Marguerite may never take that to heart. Armand was her brother and knowing how the both of them put each other before the rest of the world, it wasn't difficult to grasp how Marguerite would never forgive a man who had hurt her brother. His understanding of that was why he left what he said about S. Cyr where it was. The man was dead, and he would rather not drag him into conversation as a fighting point; he and his family deserved their peace.
"You carry the guilt he would never acknowledge. It shows that you are human," he stated. It frustrated Percy how the weight of Chauvelin's actions haunted her, especially because Percy wouldn't be surprised if they didn't even keep the man awake at night. When he had worked as a criminal lawyer, Percy had come in contact with men like Chauvelin. The word evil was so storybook, and at times overused, yet sometimes it was the only word that seemed capable and apt to describe a person. All that had mattered to Percy was making those men face justice. It bothered him that he would not be able to do the same here, not while Chauvelin appeared to have vanished.
With extremes in emotion, Percy needed movement to keep himself under some modicum of control. Pacing was his preference, especially when angry. The fact he refused to ever yell (and should a day come when shouting was his only response, may the world fear dragging that out of him) helped channel that angry energy. Percy wasn't a particularly violent person either, only resorting to it in cases where it was life or death for himself or someone he cared about.
There were enough talk and whisperings happening regarding their marriage, and he could not deny it would all escalate terribly if the general public had found out she had prostituted herself prior to their marriage, there was very little their hushed words could take from him. What he owned was his, and if it took away invitations to some of the more frivolous parties, he had friends who would have stayed by his side and he did not need the lavish balls, however fun they were. It was hard to say what he would have done; it was a different time.
When she stood up, he turned to face her, though he moved minutely back. "And that fear told you I would leave you to the streets?" He was almost offended. Though many had always perceived Percy to be fickle, a fop, he was smarter than he let most people believe and he was very loyal to the people he cared about. Percy had fallen in love with her with no regard to social class.
"You didn't trust me." His voice was flat and a little distant. That was his summary of her statement, of the root of her fear. She did not want to lose all the things she fought for, and she did not trust the man she married enough to let him prove her right or wrong.
The weight of this conversation was getting to him, though he was still full of too much energy to let himself sit back down. There wasn't any anger in him anymore; it felt more like sadness now. It wasn't his intention to make her feel worse, but it seemed as if that was exactly what he was doing. "I'm sorry," he nearly whispered. Though he hurt, he didn't want to hurt her.