As much as Percy enjoyed taunting the Frenchman, it really would be for the best that his ghost leave and stay away. Especially if Percy couldn't see or hear him, but Marguerite could. He didn't need the man taunting his wife anymore than he all ready had. Percy just wanted this time with his wife, where they had no secrets between them, nothing keeping them a world apart from each other.
God how it had hurt Percy to have been so close to Marguerite yet feel so very far away from her before he'd learned she'd never betrayed him. He had longed for her, wished to somehow change things back to the way they had been before. But that moment at the bridge when he'd learned the truth, his resolve had faltered for a moment, just a brief moment, and he almost gave himself away. Or had he? He did wonder if Marguerite had suspected that night that he was the Scarlet Pimpernel.
Upon hearing what Marguerite had experienced since being in this place, he nodded a bit. Though at the mention of people being strapped to bombs, he looked at her, a bit worried by that. What kind of psychopathic lunatic would do such a thing? Out of one fire and into another, this time a bit literally as this was the Apocalypse.
"So among all of the things that seem to happen here, all the demons, vampires and other such occurrences, does the Devil himself make appearances? It would seem rather rude of him to be inciting this Apocalypse and not be making at least an appearance here and there." It wasn't that Percy wanted to meet Lucifer, he just knew that people who had this blood thirsty "Let's kill everyone!" thing going liked overseeing things and ensuring they were going according to plan. Also, leave it to Percy to even ask something like that.