Percy was enraged. His normal sensibilities were all still there, telling him to just ignore the man and walk away, flounce away like usual for Godssakes, but he was smelly and he had a sworn. Not to mention, the topic was Marguerite.

The return shove made him stumble backwards some, but he caught himself before it became too embarrassing. "She be my wife, ye stutterin' lace-wearin' bulbous-nosed Frenchie! Stay out of me affairs! Stay out of me wife's affairs, or I'll run ye through!" He glared and found himself reaching for his rapier, "Always knew ye were tryin' t' have yer way with me missus!"