[ for a long time, credence just turns a little to look at him. he's never actually liked any of his bodyguards before, and none of them had lasted long - not from being killed, but from either proving themselves untrustworthy or being too annoyed by the headstrong heir that they snap. but percival stays on, stoic as ever. percival offers him a cigarette. his father would be furious.

which means he smiles and takes it, nodding his thanks. ] Father would be angry knowing you encouraged my bad habits. [ there's something sharp there but it's not threatening - it's more as though they're conspiring, which is a big step. ] I won't tell. [ he'll need a light of course, cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. it makes him look a little older, perhaps thankfully so. ] Mm, I mean any of them. [ he reaches out, tugging at the older man's sleeve playfully. ] How about me? Am I tiring? I won't get mad. Most of my bodyguards have left because I pissed them off.

[ he pauses thoughtfully, dropping his hand like he's just realized he shouldn't be quite so familiar. ] It'd not you, anyway. I know you're just doing your job but I wish I could just... have a day on my own.