Felicity glanced over at her brother from above her teacup she'd just added some extra sugar and milk to. A brow was raised, the very act speaking more than words probably could, clearly asking if he was serious with his question. He was such a typical man and quite oblivious to societal decrees and the like. And the biggest reason why he was "unoted" by society was because he didn't try. She was quite determined to remedy that.

"Percy," she started simply, talking to him almost as though she were explaining something to a child, "It is quite necessary if you would like to ever be noted by society. Which, I might add, is your fault for avoiding functions unless I drag you to them. I'll eventually be a married woman with a husband to escort me to such things and you'll be quite on your own. So it is best to do these things now if you're ever to find a wife." Then he would be her, whoever the poor soul was, problem. It wasn't that she didn't love and admire her brother, he was just too focused on work than society. He was quite handsome really, and a genuinely good man, but no one would ever see that if he continued to hide out in his home.