While Percy was excellent at fooling people, he himself was no fool. He knew when he needed to learn things to survive. And clearly there were things about surviving in this world that he needed to learn. The things he knew wouldn't be enough to ensure his own survival here.
"Booth, all right, I shall contact him about that." Though when Marguerite talked about the main device, Percy tilted his head in both curiosity and confusion. What device could she be talking about? And really, what was better than using letters or going to talk to someone face-to-face about things? Oh well, he pushed that aside for the meantime. He had enough to process right now.
When he took his glass of wine, Percy was about to take a drink when he saw Marguerite lay down some salt around them. All right, that was certainly bizzare behavior on her part, and he didn't know the significance of that. He was about to ask about it when he looked at her and finally noticed the bruising on her neck. Blinking, Percy instantly grew worried.
"What happened to your neck?" He asked, swiftly setting his glass of wine on the table and quickly moving to kneel in front of his wife, gently inspecting the marks on her neck. "Who did that to you?" Because like hell was he going to let the bastard that dared touch his wife in such a manner get away with it. Oh he was angry now, so very angry. No one ever did this to someone he loved and got away with it. He wasn't exactly a vindictive person, but he certainly would make sure whoever had done this would learn not to do it again.