So this hadn't been the expected situation he'd expected to find when he was about to get the better of Chauvelin. And now the shock of the sudden change was starting to wear off. Percy wasn't exactly certain how to feel. On one hand, he was more than elated to be here with Marguerite, but on the other, what of the situation back home? What would happen if they weren't there? Would Chauvelin win? Or would the plan Percy had put into action work even without him and Marguerite there? He was starting to worry about this and he didn't like the rather helpless feeling that started to settle over him, and he didn't like feeling helpless.
Which is why he now shifted his focus to the war that was being fought here. Perhaps there was something he could do to help. He knew how to fight, to hold his own when push came to shove, but demons? He didn't exactly know how to fight those. When Marguerite explained the amulet, Percy promptly put it on. He didn't want to be possessed. That was just extremely rude. Imagine that, a demon parading around in his body! So it was a rather good looking body, but Percy wished to maintain his control over said body, not relinquish it to some Hell spawn.
"I would thoroughly like to take those classes and attend this camp. I do wish to learn all I can to protect myself and help out as best as I can." Oh he knew Marguerite was no damsel in distress, something that made him love her all the more. After all, who didn't love a woman with fire and spunk and refusing to stand by when lives were on the line? Percy had loved the fact that Marguerite had picked up a sword and fought alongside him against Chauvelin.
"Wine would be fine, thank you." Percy took a breath, found the closest chair and sat down. The shock definitely was wearing away and now he was just trying to digest things as they came to him. It was difficult to process, but he was slowly trying to.