When Kit looked up Percy took the opportunity to check "his" throat for a pronounced adam's apple. Damn tricky things, cravats, always hiding the neck when it was needed the most. "Oh, yes, suppose it is my hair. Dem wigs. I'm not sure how ladies do it," he confessed, straightening out his ring before slipping his gloves back on to his rather large hands. "Anyway, now you know one of my secrets. I do hope you'll keep it to yourself." He was sure to say "one", as dressing up was hardly a secret at all as far as he was concerned.