"you're beautiful," even with your sword at his throat and him being at your mercy, Percy still thought you were everything.

you never seemed to like the son of poseidon — either he was too loud, too heroic, too much. but you weren't the first one to look at him with disgust, so Percy didn't feel at all repulsed by your obvious hatred. he just kept bothering, kept following, and eventually ended up paired with you for swords training. much to your demise.

at his words your frown lessened, and Percy heard you scoff. you had him pinned, and he wouldn't have it any other way...