The teasing was more than enjoyable. Now that they were past the lies and pretense, they could once again just be themselves. Which was more than refreshing, and he had sorely missed the teasing and the banter they'd shared before the fateful night of their wedding. So really, Percy knew that innocent act was just that, an act.
"I would not put that past the old chap. He seems to not be the type that would respond well to being fought against someone who's on the same side as he is. Though I have to say, I am rather intrigued to see if there was a time where dear Lisbon tried to fight him on his antics. That would indeed be something to watch." Percy was undoubtedly commenting on himself yet again, though it couldn't be helped when he saw so many similarities in Jane.
Glancing at the clock at the mention of having spent the entire day watching the television series, Percy arched an eyebrow in surprised.
"Well, so we have. What shall we do next, my dear?" He asked, looking back at Marguerite. "Are you hungry?" He hadn't even noticed the passing of time, having been so involved in scrutinizing that version of their lives.