Percy folded down the collar and held up a single finger. He was not done yet. He held up his quizzing glass to his mouth, tapping it once or twice, then quickly and deftly unscrewed the handle from the glass. He held up the little lock pick with a smile and set it down on to a nearby counter. "Ah, yes," he murmured, sitting down upon a chair and crossing one leg over the other.

He tapped the sole of his boot and swung open a compartment in his heel, taking out the pieces of a handle that would form the base of a small dagger. "You see, my fashion is functional," he smiled, then pulled out the blade strapped to the inside band of his boot and set it upon the handle.