Happy birthday!" Annabeth smiled as her friends sat a giant cake in front of her.

"Ok, make a wish, Annabeth!" She closed her eyes tightly and blew out the candle that read 21.

"Great! Now cut it cause I'm starving!"

"When are you not starving, Leo?"

"Tell me about it," his girlfriend said exasperatedly. "I have been sewing more and more pants because of all the weight he has gained!"

"Hey, I could just not wear pants," he shrugged. "That would fix all of our problems."

"Nope, pants are definitely required in New Rome," Jason shook his head.

"Who died and made you Praetor?"

"As Praetor, I find that offensive," Frank said irritably.

"Guys would you be quiet and let Annabeth enjoy her birthday?" She smiled and turned to gaze out over the lake. Piper and Jason exchanged anxious looks and Leo cleared his throat.

"I'm sure he's on his way, Annabeth. Must have had some uh important godly things to take care of first."

"Yeah," she said wistfully. She hadn't seen her godly boyfriend in nearly six weeks. But she didn't think he would forget about her birthday.

She tried to plaster on a smile and have fun but they saw right through it.

"Hey, you didn't finish opening your presents," Will waved a box in the air. "This one is from Tyson and Ella!" Percy's Cyclops brother and his girlfriend, who happened to be a Harpy, had sent her a collection of very old books. Some of them were in a different language, German it looked like but she was grateful all the same.

"Tell them thank you when you get back to Camp Half-Blood."

"Who is this from?" Piper picked up a large box and glanced around.

"Another one? I already got something from everyone here. Plus my family, Rachel, and Tyson and Ella."

"I think I know! Open it!." She lifted the lid and gasped; everyone peered around her to see what was in the box but Annabeth lifted up a beautiful blue dress made from the finest silk. The girls oohed and ahhed and Hazel grabbed the note that fell out of the dress.

"There's a note!"

Meet me at sunset by the lake. Wear the dress and everything in this box.

I can't wait to see you.

There was no signature but her heart pounded as she moved the tissue paper aside to get to the little boxes underneath.

"Oh gods," she whispered as she opened the first box. It was a dazzling sapphire necklace in the shape of a heart.

"Looks like that necklace from that movie," Leo yelled excitedly. "Guess he went and stole it from that old lady."

"Or he went to the bottom of the ocean and got it for her," Jason chuckled.

"This is beautiful...Hazel, is this a sapphire?"

"Diamond, Annabeth. That's a rare blue diamond."

"Oh my gods," she said again. In the next box was a pair of matching earrings and in the last was a bracelet that slipped over her slender wrist.

"Wow, looks like the Sea God has a big night planned for you two."

"Technically Posiedon is still the Sea God," Annabeth said softly. "Percy is...well, I guess he just shares his father's domain."

"Technicalities," Leo shrugged.

"Where do you think he's taking you," Piper asked in awe.

"I have no idea," she answered, her eyes on the lake and already counting the minutes in her head.

Piper insisted on doing Annabeth's makeup ("some of my sisters have some great tips", she shrugged) and Hazel and Reyna worked together to curl and style her hair.

"Wear the sexy underwear," Piper winked.

"I don't own sexy underwear!"

"Poor Percy!" Reyna shook her head and steered Piper out of the room.

"I hope you have a wonderful night," Hazel kissed her cheek and the girls slipped away. Annabeth cast her reflection one more anxious look before she headed down toward the lake.

The sun cast a beautiful glow over the water and Annabeth was tempted to dip her toes while she waited. She fidgeted slightly, her eyes on the setting sun.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined." She sucked in a breath at the sound of that deep voice; it sent shivers down her spine and she slowly turned around.

He had always been handsome but as a 20 year old with a dazzling smile and a swimmer's build, he took her breath away.

He wore a crisp blue suit with a white shirt, several of the buttons left unbuttoned. His jetblack hair was messy and unsettled but still looked fantastic. He was leaning against a column with one foot crossed over the other, a cheeky smile locked in place. His eyes sparkled as they traveled up and down her frame before locking on her face.

"Percy." He smiled as he stepped forward and opened his arms, welcoming her into his embrace.

"Happy birthday, Wise Girl."

"I've missed you so much, Seaweed Brain." He chuckled as he took her face in his hands. She closed her eyes as his lips met hers, sweet and salty, like the Sea.

"Gods you're magnificent. Aphrodite told me to get you another color but I knew blue would look perfect on you."

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?"

"Nope, it's a surprise. Come on." He lead her into the forest and she stopped as a brilliant silver light nearly blinded her.

"Is that-?"

"Artemis actually really likes me. Probably because I've never hit on her but anyway, she let me borrow this for tonight." He helped her into the sleigh then climbed in beside her.

"Here, in case you get cold." He wrapped a fur blanket around her shoulders and kissed her cheek. "You ready?"

"It's a good thing I trust you, Seaweed Brain. Cause you're making me really nervous." His cheeky laughter echoed around New Rome as he clicked the reigns and they rose into the night sky.

Annabeth tried to enjoy the sights underneath her but all she wanted to do was focus on the feel of her boyfriend's arm around her, and how she felt tucked into his side and the smell of the sea, like he had always smelled when he was mortal. She was extremely grateful for that; that he still smelled the same.

It wasn't easy, dating a god, but Percy had pleaded for her not to give up on him and so she never did. He was gone for weeks at a time but he always returned to her with a broad smile and open arms. She knew her mother still frowned upon it but she didn't care. Percy made her happy and a happy demigod was rare.

"Hey Wise Girl, you listening?"

"Sorry, did you say something?"

"Jeez, you're worse than Apollo. I was saying that I went with my dad to check on his new palace in Greece. It's really awesome."

"I worked on those plans, Seaweed Brain! How does he like it?" Percy grinned.

"We both love it. He's even presenting me with my own underwater palace! You know, cause I'm turning 21 soon. Well, sort of." He shrugged but Annabeth chewed on her lip. Percy had been made immortal at 20 years old, therefore he wouldn't age any more. She felt a little guilty, that she was celebrating her twenty first birthday and he wouldn't get to.

Of course, as a god, he could say "celebrate my birthday" and it would be done. Still, she knew Percy missed his mortal life. He had never wanted to be a god and he was making the best of it but she knew it was still difficult for him.

"Hey, I'm going to start singing if you don't pay attention to me."

"I'm sorry. What were you saying?"

"I asked you if you would come stay with me once it's done."

"In your underwater palace? Percy, I wouldn't be able to breathe." He gave her a patronizing look.

"You think I would let anything happen to you, Annabeth? Seriously?"

"Ok fine, I could use a vacation under the sea. And don't you dare start singing," she cut him off as he took a deep breath. He had developed a love for the Little Mermaid and often spoke with Sebastian the crab's Jamaican dialect...or at least, attempted to.

"Darling it's better down where it's wetter," he winked. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"So where are you taking me?"

"You really don't understand the concept of a surprise, do you?"

"I didn't know if you just planned to kidnap me and plan it later. You're not exactly the best at making plans."

"I resent that," he pretended to pout. "I happened to put a lot of thought into my girlfriend's birthday plans. You don't trust me?"

"I trust you with my life, Percy," she said in all seriousness. He kissed her temple and she snuggled in closer.

"Not far to go. And I hope you're hungry."

"Ok, now we're getting somewhere. Dinner is always good."

"I'm a good boyfriend."

"The best," she kissed his cheek and he smiled as he changed direction.

"Hey Sleeping Beauty, time to wake up." She felt his lips in her hair and her eyes fluttered open.

"Hm?"

"We're about to land. I hope you don't mind walking a little. I don't know about landing this thing on the rooftop. Although I guess that's where the Christmas song comes from. Someone must have seen Artemis land her sleigh one time."

"Walking is fine. Piper tried to make me wear heels but I refused."

"That's my girl." He pulled the reigns and directed the silver deer to land in a clearing. He jumped out of the sleigh and helped her down. She smoothed out her dress and Percy offered her his arm.

"Welcome to Italia, ma bella!"

"Italia? Wait. You brought me to Italy?"

"I promise it will be a better trip than our last time here."

He lead her out of the clearing and up a cobblestone path. She could see the ocean in the distance and the beauty of it took her breath away.

Percy lead her toward what looked like a cave and she sucked in a breath as he started talking to the hostess in perfect Italian. The hostess nodded and went to check on something. Percy raised a brow at her stunned look.

"What?"

"What do you mean what? Last time we were here you were such a tourist. Now you're speaking the language! Literally!"

"Annabeth you know things have changed." He tried to give her a smile but it was more of a grimace. She opened her mouth to speak but the hostess returned and said something to Percy and he nodded.

"Grazzi." His hand rested on Annabeth's lower back as they followed the hostess through the restaurant

Annabeth immediately knew why he had brought her here and she recognized the place from brochures.

"The Enchanted Grotto," she asked as he pulled her chair out.

"Technically it's the Ristorante Grotta Palazzese," he said with a wink and a smile. "But you would be correct. I thought it would be perfect." Their table was on the edge of the cave so that Annabeth could look down at the ocean.

"It's so beautiful." He reached across the table and brought her hand to his lips. The server hurried over and Percy ordered drinks for the both of them.

"Good thing you can translate. Holy Hephestaus, Percy, these prices are insane!"

"Um, Annabeth. I'm trying to be a normal mortal boyfriend here. Please don't make me remind you that the price doesn't matter."

"Right. Sorry. In that case, shall we split an appetizer? That cheesy bread looks divine." Percy laughed.

"Whatever my birthday girl desires."

Annabeth had never had a finer meal in her life. That was to be expected, of course, as she was dining in an Italian grotto that was known as one of the most romantic restaurants in the world. The food was delicious, the staff treated them like royalty, and the gleam in her handsome boyfriend's eyes made it a perfect evening.

After dinner, Percy suggested they walk along the surf and he held her shoes over his shoulder as he grasped her hand tightly. The moon was bright and the view was truly spectacular.

"What are you thinking," his voice was low in her ear.

"I'm thinking I don't want this night to end." He squeezed her hand and leaned in to kiss her.

"That's good because it's not going to any time soon."

"Don't you have to have Artemis's sleigh back to her soon?"

"She knows where to find it. Come on, you're starting to shiver." It was indeed very cold and her feet were still wet.

Percy lead her back up toward the restaurant and walked around it. Annabeth gazed at the architecture inside the accompanying hotel with a slack jaw.

"You've been to Mount Olympus, Wise Girl. Why do you look so surprised?"

"Who knew there was such beauty on earth," she said almost to herself. Percy shook his head and turned to address the woman behind the counter.

"Si, Jackson."

"Si, signor." Annabeth ignored them, continuing to gape at the hotel lobby, until Percy took her hand and lead her toward the elevator.

"Wait, Percy...are we staying here?"

"That was the plan," he laughed. "But if you want to go back to New Rome tonight-"

"I want to stay with you," she cut him off. He squeezed her hand and tucked her into his side as they walked down the hall to their room.

"Holy Hera," she exclaimed once they were inside.

"Don't bring her into this, babe," he winked and tugged her further into the room.

It was made for a god, she decided. Luxury oozed out of every nook and cranny and the window opened to a private balcony that let you stand out over the ocean. The bathroom was gold-tiled and the shower was the biggest she had ever seen.

"Look, I got us a room service menu!"

"Percy, we just ate a five course meal!" He set the menu down and shrugged.

"You never know. Do you want champagne?"

"I'm the only one of legal drinking age here," she winked.

"Ha ha," he said dryly.

"Awe, I'm kidding. Yes, let's get some champagne." Percy picked up the phone and spoke in Italian. Annabeth didn't want to admit how much it turned her on to hear him speak another language. When he hung up, he took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves.

"What would you like to do now?"

"Um, we could see what's on TV? Or we could-"

A knock on the door interrupted her and Percy whistled.

"That was fast." He held the door open for the attendant, spoke a few words, slipped him a few bills, and closed the door. Annabeth watched him as he poured a glass and held it out to her.

"Happy birthday, Annabeth." Their glasses clinked and their eyes were locked as they drank, both growing dark with love and lust.

Annabeth wasn't sure who had moved first but all of a sudden they were kissing passionately and moving toward the bed. She sat on the edge, her hands wrapped around his dark locks as he climbed over her, his arms trapping her in his embrace. Their tongues collided and his hands roamed up and down her sides. He tore his lips away, met with her disappointed whimper which turned into a sharp gasp as his lips latched onto her neck. He licked and kissed his way down her throat until he met the edge of her dress. She watched him with wide eyes, her breathing growing heavier by the minute.

"Percy-" his bright ocean eyes met hers and he paused.

"Do you want to stop?" Hell no she didn't but she was terrified. They hadn't had many chances to do any of this when he was mortal; after all, most of their lives were about fighting to stay alive. A few stolen kisses here and there and one night of heavy petting in Percy's house in New Rome. But they'd never gone further. And at this very moment Annabeth couldn't fathom why.

"Annabeth?" She shook her head.

"Don't stop." His lips turned upward and he moved down on the bed, to lift her foot up. She sat up, surprised. All this kissing lead to...a foot massage? His thumbs pressed into her arches and her head fell back. Percy's lips were soft on her ankle, and then her knee. He moved on his hands and knees as he slowly pushed her dress up her thigh, his lips following closely behind. He glanced up at her as he placed a kiss on her clothed center and moved up to her bellybutton. She had ceased to breathe at this point.

"Oh gods!"

"Let's leave the family out of this, love," he said teasingly against her flat stomach. His hair tickled as he continued upwards, pushing the dress up over her breasts. She was glad she had managed to find a semi-sexy bra. At least it was sexier than her plain cotton one she favored. He sucked in a breath as his palm covered the blue satin.

"If I need to stop, tell me."

"Don't stop," she said again. Percy dragged the cup down and took her hardened nipple into his mouth.

"Oh! Percy!"

"Mmmm, fuck, I love the sound of that." He switched his attention to her other breast, while his palm covered the one he had just abandoned.

"Let's get this off." He helped her sit up so he could slip the dress over her head then his hand moved around to her back.

"Ok, help me." Giggling she unclasped her bra and flung it aside.

"Fucking hades, Annabeth, you are perfection." Something about her godly boyfriend muttering such wicked words sent a shiver down her spine. His eyes raked across her form, drinking her in. But it wasn't fair, she thought, that he was still fully clothed.

"Show me the goods, Seaweed Brain." He laughed as she tugged at his shirt and in her impatience, ripped the buttons.

"Impatient are we?"

"The last time I saw you shirtless was the day we spent at the beach. Almost 2 years ago! It's my turn to oogle you."

"What if I wasn't finished oogling you?"

"Tough," she hastily worked at his belt and couldn't help but smile when she saw how tented his slacks were. She leaned in to kiss his stomach and grinned when it flinched. She ran her palm over him and felt him twitch in his slacks.

"Annabeth," he breathed, his nostrils flaring.

"Pants off, sea god."

"You better be careful. You might wind up invoking my dad or something."

"Percy! Enough talk. Get naked! Now!"

"Yes maam!" He jumped off the bed and slid his pants down his legs. His hands froze at the waistband of his blue boxer briefs, his hand moving to cover himself.

"Ah. Ahem." His cheeks were tinged pink and Annabeth had never thought him sexier. Her hands moved to her own underwear and his eyes tracked every movement. She bit her lip as she slowly slid them down her toned legs and tossed them at him. He caught the panties, fumbling slightly, his wide eyes locked on her.

"Now you," she licked her lips and he released a little moan. He dropped the panties onto his pants and hooked his thumbs into his waistband, pushing them down and stepping out of them. Annabeth sat up and appraised him. He was more beautiful than she could have imagined. His form might have been sculpted by the muses and if she hadn't known him for years, she would say that was likely his origin. His erection jutted out proudly, thick and solid and already weeping with precum. Annabeth's palm covered his pectorals, making her way across to his heart and then lower. He hissed as her small hand wrapped around his length and squeezed.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Annabeth- you're going to kill me." She wrapped her arm around his neck and tugged him down to her, both of them falling onto the bed. She gasped as his cock prodded at her inner thigh and she repositioned them so he was resting between her legs. Their lips locked, she felt his hand move to cup her breast before trailing along her side, across her hip, and to cup her wet center. He groaned into her mouth as his fingers moved between her fleshy folds, her arousal glistening on his hand.

"You're so wet," he said in awe. His thumb stroked up and down, until her hips jerked and she cried out.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he growled, pushing a finger inside her.

"Oh...oh Percy! Oh my-"

"Let go, Annabeth, my love. I want you to fucking cum all over my fingers. And later, I'm going to fuck you with my tongue. And then my cock. I want you to cum all over me. Scream my name until you're hoarse. By the end of the night, you'll be begging me to stop."

She was thrashing on the bed, his fingers plunging in and out, his eyes locked on her red face.

"Cum for me, Annabeth." With a high-pitched wail that he would remember in his dreams, her back arched off the bed and his fingers were soaked in her pleasure. Panting heavily, she clapped her legs closed and covered her face with her hands. He moved up beside her, dragging her hand away from her face so he could kiss her.

"You are so perfect," he whispered as he moved her damp curls off her face. She turned to look at him, her eyes glassy.

It was incredible, it was true, but who was this confident and smooth-talking god above her? Her shy boyfriend wouldn't use crude language...nor would he know how to do that so well.

He noticed her tears immediately and sat up.

"Annabeth, what's wrong?"

"Percy, how many goddesss have you had in your bed?" His eyes widened and he reared back as if he had been slapped.

"What?"

"You heard me. So answer the question."

"What in the hell...Annabeth, why would you ask something like that?"

"We never...did anything. I just want to know how many girls you have been with."

"I...I can't believe..." He roughly rubbed his face with his hand and shook his head. She sniffled and wiped her face with the back of her hand. Percy's eyes softened and he leaned over her.

"There is only one person, immortal or mortal, that I want to share this with. I couldn't imagine doing any of this with anyone but you, Annabeth. You're the love of my life. I thought you knew that."

"So, you've never...?"

"No," he said firmly. "I've wanted this, with you, for a long time. Only you." She reached up to caress his cheek and he held her hand there.

"You have to believe me," he almost pleaded.

"I believe you." He leaned down to kiss her and her hands moved down his bare back. One of her hands found the spot in the small of his back, which had once tethered him to the earth until the blessing/curse had been washed away. He shivered as she touched the spot with the tips of her fingers.

"What do we do next?"

"What do you want to do?" Her eyes held his as she reached down to stroke him. He bit his lip as he started to harden at her touch and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Make love to me, Seaweed Brain." His eyes shot open and he swallowed.

"Are you sure?" She pulled him over her so that he was kneeling between her legs. His fingers went back to her folds, massaging gently to make sure she was wet enough.

"Percy! Oh god's, please."

"Any time I hear you praying to the gods, Wise Girl, I'm going to remember this moment." He slowly sank into her, biting his lip so hard that a golden drop of ichor, the blood of the gods, appeared at the corner of his mouth. His arms shook as he held himself up over her, keeping absolutely still so she could adjust. She clutched his arms, her nails digging into his skin.

"Oh shit, Percy, move!"

"How are you feeling? Ok?" His teeth were gritted and his dick throbbed inside her but he wouldn't move until she was comfortable.

Annabeth had other ideas. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed him in deeper.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," he whispered. "Annabeth!"

"Fuck me, Percy," her eyes were steely. "You were sweet and gentle and you made love to me...now I want you to fuck me. Hard." His smirk made her warm all over.

"Brace yourself, Wise Girl. It's going to be a long night."

They went for hours and nearly broke the lavish headboard but Annabeth didn't have a care in the world as she curled into Percy's arms. He had finally fallen asleep, after making her cum for the eighth time that night. True to his word, he had fucked her with his tongue and his cock and his fingers until she pleaded for him to stop because she was so raw and sensitive. She reached up to play with his dark hair, smiling when he muttered her name in his sleep. She could usually tell what time it was but at this moment, she had no idea. Deciding she had better get some sleep, she turned into him and moaned when he wrapped his arms around her. Closing her eyes, she fell asleep rather quickly.

When she woke, she was alone in bed. She panicked for a moment, sitting straight up and clutching the sheets to her chest, her eyes searching the room. But she heard low voices and Percy's semi-perfect Italian and she relaxed a little. He rounded the corner, clutching a tray, and his smile widened when he saw she was awake.

"I could definitely get used to that," he said in a low voice.

"What?"

"Seeing you naked in bed." She laughed as he sat down, propping the tray on his lap.

"Thought you might be hungry."

"A real Italian breakfast," she mused. "You'd better stop spoiling me or I'll get used to this."

"Go ahead and get used to it, love. I'll treat you like a goddess as much as I can." He held up the fork with an array of fruit smeared on the end; she closed her eyes as she relished the flavors. The juices were sticky on her lips but she felt something warm and she gasped as he went from licking her lip to biting down gently. She whimpered as he soothed the spot with his tongue, dropping the fork as soon as her arms were wrapped around his neck. She moved into his lap, grinding down on him over his boxer briefs.

"Wait wait," he groaned. "I thought you were hungry."

"I am. I'm ravenous." The way her eyes glittered and appraised him made him feel as if he was a piece of meat; but he didn't mind in the slightest. His palms pressed against her back as she wrapped he legs around his waist and grinded back and forth.

"Fuck you're going to be the death of me."

"I guess it's a good thing you're immortal," she purred. Her nails raked down his chest until they stopped to tease the trail of dark hair that plunged into his underwear. She hooked a finger in the waistband and released it with a pop. He winced and his fingers dug into her hips.

"These. Off. Now."

"You're so eloquent in the mornings, Annabeth," he chuckled.

"Don't use big words, Percy. You'll hurt yourself." His eyes narrowed at her cheek and he flipped her over onto all fours. She blushed and glanced back over her shoulder, anxious at being so...exposed. But Percy covered both cheeks with his large hands and squeezed. His deep moan of appreciation made her blush even more. She arched her back as soon as she felt his tongue on her.

"Percy!" He moaned into her core and the vibrations made her grip the sheets with white knuckles. His hand on her back pushed gently, so that her ass was raised even higher. He used his knee to spread her legs and his tongue plunged deep inside her. She released a scream as she reached back to grip his hair. His dark locks spread through her fingers and she chewed on her lip. Percy's fingers made frantic circles on her clit as he continued to fuck her with his tongue.

"Oh! Oh Percy, shit!"

"Mmhm. You going to cum for me, Annabeth?"

"Yes! Percy, Yes! Yes!" She didn't know when she had become so vocal nor what she was agreeing so adamantly to but she couldn't form any other words. She threw her head back as her body seized up and she was overcome with violent shudders. Percy kissed the base of her spine, planting soft kisses along her back until he reached her ear.

"Hey."

"Mmmhm," she said tiredly, hiding her face in her arm. She lifted her eyes to see him smiling down at her, that damn cocky grin the same as he wore on his first day at camp, when they had first met.

"You look smug."

"Not many people can render you speechless, Wise Girl."

"I wasn't speechless," she said petulantly.

"My mistake. Few people have heard you with such a limited vocabulary." His arm wrapped around her waist and he sucked at her neck; she noted that he still hadn't removed his underwear and she pressed back against him.

"Annabeth-" he said warningly before she repeated the action.

"What's wrong, Percy? Don't you want to fuck me? Take me from behind as I'm spread out before you?" Limited vocabulary indeed. She would show him. She had never envisioned herself good at dirty talk but his fingers clawed at her thighs and he bucked his hips.

"Fuck me with that hard cock of yours. Spread my pussy open with your dick and make me yours." He released a low growl and must have pushed his underwear down because he was slamming into her roughly. She yelped and almost jerked forward but he gripped her hips as he buried himself deep inside her.

"Oh fuck Annabeth, you feel like paradise!"

"Harder, Percy!" She cried out as his hips jerked forward and his balls slapped her thighs. She came suddenly, clenching around him and he groaned at the sensation.

"Gonna cum, babe, fuck I'm gonna-"

"Fill me up, Percy," she screamed. "I want your hot cum in my pussy! I'll go back to New Rome and talk to our friends while your cum is dripping out of me."

"Holy fucking- shit, Annabeth! Shiiiiit!" Annabeth felt him pulsing inside her and his sweaty cheek rested against her back as he attempted to catch his breath. Of course, he was a god, he would never admit to feeling weak. But damn it all to hades, Annabeth had very nearly destroyed him. She fell to the bed with Percy still on top of her, both of them panting heavily. He slid out of her and pulled her into his arms. She wrinkled her nose at the feel of their sweaty bodies sticking together but then discovered she did not mind it. She reached down between her legs, where his cum was indeed leaking out of her.

"By the heavens," he panted into her hair. "I love you, Annabeth Chase."

"And you're my world, Perseus Jackson."

"That was quite a...an explicit vocabulary you developed there, Wise Girl."

"I didn't hear you complaining. There are so few people who have rendered the great god Percy Jackson speechless, after all."