Perceval had enough experience that he hid the effect she had on him quite neatly. But it was there as she was his preferred prey item both sexually and by her blood. Not to mention he had virtually no morals as they had all withered and died over time. But still he was trying to honor the memory of her father even as his natural powers took their toll. When they linked arms it was like a shot of raw energy shot to all of her lady bits inflaming them even more.<br/><br/>As he lead her up the marble stairs he pondered that he had also done his research. He knew she was in a challenging place and had been left with virtually nothing. He also knew of the suggestions of a certain noble that was in the process of having a horrible hunting accident as he and his guest spoke. Perceval was rather bemused to think of the buffoon being consumed by the very wolves he was hunting.<br/><br/>"Ah not all is true, but as I said there is a kernel of truth in many such things. Legends after all have to have been birthed." He soon lead her to a well appointed bedroom with a tall and plush four poster bed. There was a fire in the fireplace warming the room and her bags had already been moved by his unseen servants. "Do you require something to eat? I have already dinned this eve but you have been on the road."