That does it. She can’t hold it any longer, and bursts into laughter. His fumbling for an answer is adorable. “Percival,” she says, patting his back, “there’s no fantasy of mine that’s worth forcing you to fulfill.”
Percival turns a whole shade redder than he was before, lowering his head in embarrassment. “Well… not even one?”
“Not /forcing/,” she emphasises. Eyeing the blush, Summer adds, “Was there something you /wanted/ me to want?”