It was hard to miss the look Elsie gave him when she noted the cane. Yes, the cane. Percy hated the damnable thing, had even attempted to go without it. But to no avail. So he hobbled along with it, attempting not to let it get him down - literally and figuratively. But her smile at his appearance assured him that she was fine with his company, indeed, he rather felt she was happy for it - perhaps that was going too far. Fine, was likely the better adjective. He returned her smile, glad for the respite her company brought.

Miss Beauregard looked quite lovely in her gown. The blue suited her well. Years with sisters had given him reason to believe he knew something of such matters. Lissy would encourage him to say something, and he started to but it came out as, "You look quite well this evening." Instead. He didn't want to scare away the only person who he rather felt he'd like to converse with.

Perhaps it was the letters they had exchanged, or perhaps he was beyond uncomfortable with the whole event, but Percy decided on the truth rather than the polite answer. "As well as I can for an evening such as this." He nodded his head at the crowds before them. "My sister pressed me into coming." He admitted with a frown.