"Oh." Came Percy's response to the woman being let go from her position. This sparked a devious little idea that he would stew on later, but for now his short attention span dashed off into another direction.

"Sir-comb-dance." He repeated slowly as he heard her say the word quite a few times, thus it had to have some importance. "Sircombdance!" He said proudly and then his brows knitted together in confusion, "What's a sircombdance?"

She then asked him a question in turn and he looked her up and down before giving a shrug. "Why not? You don't like how you look mommy? Because I like how you look, and smell, you smell good." He could smell the heavy scent of her perfume.

"Why does someone with a tail make shirts?" He asked ever inquisitive once his fears were dashed. He stood there in her room waiting to see what she would do next. His eyes glue do her image.