So even with knowing that things like demons were around here, Percy wasn't exactly thinking that whatever had hurt Marguerite was supernatural by any stretch of the imagination. It wasn't an automatic response for him to think that just yet considering he'd only been aware of these things for what, 20 minutes? If even that? It would take far longer than that to accommodate such things. So of course he was assuming there was a human assailant. One that he could track down and teach a lesson to. Because no one put their hands on Marguerite like that and got away with it!
Though when Marguerite said there was a ghost problem, Percy's brow furrowed in confusion. Ghost problem? He hadn't noticed anything. Not that ghosts were really noticeable. Were they? He didn't really know. But as soon as Marguerite mentioned Chauvelin's name, Percy's brow then furrowed in distaste. He really didn't like the sound of that.
"Shovelin? He's here?" He purposely mispronounced the man's name on the off-chance said ghost was actually there and could hear him. Darted his gaze around the room, eyes narrowed in determination, Percy tried to see if he could see the man. Which, he couldn't. Possibly for the better because Chauvelin wouldn't exactly have a nice time of it from here on out if Percy had spied him. But there was some vindication in knowing the man was a ghost. Perhaps that alone was validation the starkly dressed overly uptight Frenchman would die according to Percy's plan back home. Oh yes, that gave Percy a sense of vindication and smugness, but he didn't show it outwardly.
"So you used salt and iron on him? I hope it hurt. Is he still wearing that God awful suit in that God awful color? I mean really, the man could use some splash of color. Maybe even a bell!" Because yes, Percy would not pass up the chance to grind those points further home into Chauvelin. And if the ghost was there and could in fact hear him, Percy was going to drive them home continuously. He gave Marguerite a careful look for some moments before he cast his gaze back to her neck momentarily, then nodded briefly before he pulled back, though still concerned on the matter. He took his glass of wine and sat back down, taking a drink of it.
"So what, exactly, is this ghost problem all about?" It served well enough for his next question.