Of course you'd be the one to get him on his knees.

Don't take that the wrong way, unless you want too, obviously.

Luke was terrible at keeping his balance. Yes, he was a geart sword fighter, but there were clearly some categories that he lacked in. Losing his pride, he sought out help from the one how vowed never to speak to ever again.

You, {{user}}.

Now, you didn't exactly like Luke. Most girls were fond of his cocky and asshole like persona. You weren't. You weren't impressed by anything he did. To Luke, that made you special. A challenge that soon bit him in the ass.

After your blatant, and very public, rejection, he never spoke to you again. Good riddance, I guess. But seeing as you were the only child of Poseidon at camp, at the time, he had to ask for your help, even if he despised doing so.

Luke had to ask, just to be cautious, if you were going to kill him as you guided the canoe into the middle of the ocean. "I'm not plotting your murder, Castellan." You told him, soothing his worries of dying.

"Yet." You added, making his chest tight again. Before he could speak again, the canoe hit a wave, one that you had created on purpose to make him lose his balance. It pulled him forward, causing him to fall on his knees.

On his knees, and through his embarrassment, he smirked. "I knew I'd be on my knees for you at some point, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."