Feeling the gun in his jacket as he takes her by the arm; Dahlia frowns to herself.  She should have brought hers along as well; its always better to be prepared after all.  Though she wasn't quite sure if Percey would have allowed her use of her gun.  After all, it was still a bit unclear wether she was a prisoner, or merely an escort at this point.<br/><br/>"That sounds reasonable enough." She agrees lightly in responce to their cover.  "Have you made Id's for us already then?  What are our aliases?" she asks casually; looking at him through half lidded eyes.<br/><br/>His behavior at the dinner table was both pompous and atrocious.  Disregarding the fact that he never even gave her the slightest opportunity to see what else was on the menu, the way he treated their luxurious surroundings was simply atrocious.  She could understand why he would order for her; he was an English gentleman after all, they had a tendency to do such things.  But the way he went on about the wine and the this part of the world...even the most large headed of the gentlemen back home had a bit more tact than that.<br/><br/>Placing the napkin in her laugh, Dahlia smiles falsely at Percey as he continues on. "Oh I don't know about that Mr. Percey." She begins serenely, pausing to thank to sommelier as he arrives with the wine.<br/><br/>"I've been all over the world, as have you; and I've found that often enough the most civilized parts have a tendency to be far more barbaric than anything you'd find here."<br/><br/>Carefully running a hand through her hair; pushing a loose strand of brown out of her eyes; she silently regrets not finding her barrette before taking a sip of her wine.  "Well, this is delicious." she complements lightly.