[ It is nearly painful to pull away, and that fact alone is rather alarming when Percival allows himself to grasp a bit at his senses. Even now, he can't help but drag his tongue along his own lips. This time, he craves not the taste of the candy, but that of his companion. The warmth on his skin has yet to die down, perhaps even intensifying when Keaton speaks again. Even his voice is beginning to send a shiver down the knight's spine. ]

No. That's not it.

[ Percival has been unfortunate (or perhaps fortunate, so they at least have an idea of what is happening?) enough to recognize this uncontrollable desire now. He knows that the food and beverage of this world can be tampered with. Even the water isn't guaranteed to be safe. He grimaces at the idea of what they've fallen into. Especially Keaton, who seems completely caught off-guard. ]

Whatever we ate, it's been tampered with. You're aware of the sort of things this society can't get enough of, aren't you?

[ Even while he sounds absolutely judgmental about the concept, the only way he can think of to hide his humiliation is to bury his face in the depths of Keaton's face, along his ears. ]

But... that's not a terribly bad idea. Some fresh air might help us come to our senses.

[ He grabs ahold of Keaton's hand, leading them away from the area and into a hallway. ]