Where Marguerite was torn on how to feel about Chauvelin, Percy was not. He hadn't known the man before he'd become power-hungry and blood thirsty, so he really only had his own personal experiences to rely on in this matter. And everything he'd seen of the Frenchman? He hated. Chauvelin was so iron-willed and staunch in his demeanor. And the fact that he didn't even bat an eyelash as women and children were killed just drove Percy up the wall. A person who could let women and children die needlessly was not a kind person. So the fact that Chauvelin was a ghost here only proved that Percy's plan had worked. Framing him to be the Scarlet Pimpernel and allowing his fate to come for that was rather an added sweetness to suddenly finding himself in this world. Not only was his wife here, but Chauvelin was dead, or rather would soon die, in their own world. Yes, Percy could live with that knowledge.
"Well, at least he is not wearing that horrendous monstrosity of a coat." Percy was so not above chiding a ghost. As long as the man could hear him, he would continue making such remarks wherever he could. "Oh Shovelin! I do hope you enjoyed your little stint of being the Pimpernel!" And he couldn't resist that barb either. Because if he was dead, then he well knew what that would mean. "Are you still wearing that ring, old boy, or did they take it from you after your head was removed?" Of course, he was revealing to Marguerite what part of the plan had been, but he didn't care. He was going to tell her anyway. This was, of course, asuming she didn't all ready know. But considering her reaction upon running across him, he was going to gather she was from the point where he himself had been "beheaded."
Turning his attention back to Marguerite as she went on to explain, Percy sipped his wine thoughtfully. This apocalypse thing was something he was still trying to wrap his mind around these things.
"Well, Death certainly likes the subliminal and morbid line of making his presence known, doesn't he?" Percy thought about that though for some moments. "Though intriguing that he is working against Lucifer. But only certain people are being haunted, not everyone? I wonder why Death would be selective on who is haunted who is not?" That didn't quite make sense to him, but sometimes things just didn't make sense.