[ Siegfried's words do alleviate some of his worries. Ultimately, they're in control of how their relationship turns out, so if they're careful not to let whatever's happening affect their lives in any way that matters, it shouldn't be an issue. Surely they have enough self-control for that, being former knights of the Black Order.

He wants to speak, but the kiss distracts him too much. Percival leans up into it, feeling that rush of serotonin once again as his heart races and he grows fond. This is a man he respects so much, and just two days ago he would feel ashamed at even the thought of kissing him like this. Right now he's doing it, and it's just as intoxicating as he had imagined it to be (in those times he let himself imagine, before stopping himself in his tracks).

It's chaste, and after they kiss it feels like he's trapped in a blissful little bubble. He looks up at Siegfried with a gaze that's both adoring and trying to hide the fact. ]

O-Of course. I'll work hard as well. We've had too much training to let this break our discipline.

[ Maybe it's fine to enjoy it. He definitely thinks so right now. With the freedom to touch, he reaches over to run his fingers through Siegfried's hair. The mood is strange and difficult for him to deal with, so it's time to bring things back down to something more normal. ]

But if we're going to be partners, your lack of care over your physical appearance is even more of a concern for me. [ aka comb your hair ]