Instead of massive bronze dragons, Leo had settled for messing around with magic.

Getting some help from Hazel and a few Iris Messages back home to the Hecate cabin from his place at the Argo II, Leo created a multitude of formulas for potions.

It was a great use of his time, so he just spent his days stealing taco meat from the Mess Hall... some barnacles from the side of the ship... a lock of your hair...

He slipped the potion into Jason's drink, and the former Praetor must've been too used to whatever gruel they served at Camp Jupiter to notice the salty taste of his water.

And now Jason was obsessed with you, ~against his will.~