“The thought of going on an adventure with you actually terrifies me, but… Yeah. Let’s. Let’s do that, I’m serious. Where do you want to go?”
“Why would an adventure with me be terrifying!? You’re the one with the sword and the broad shoulders!” Summer pouted at Percival. “I just wanted to ride through the forest and see what we found.”
“Really? See what we find in the mystical forests of camelot? Without help? With an insane woman with a tendency to not be clothed at my side? If that’s not terrifying, I don’t know what is.” He smirked. “But I do love a challenge.”
“I am not insane! I only — ” Summer stopped herself with an effort. No sense revealing her secrets in a fit of childish pique; it was only Percival, after all, and perhaps some of her pranks had got a little out of hand with him. “I promise to keep my clothes on, and just think, whatever we might find would make you famous.” Solemnly she clasped her hands behind her back and showed him a pleading, innocent face.