[ percy's spine seems to stiffen under the sudden scrutiny, but he doesn't look away.

he's briefly tempted to say, yeah, and neither are you -- but of course, peter's already admitted to that, hasn't he? it's percy who was trying to keep it under wraps. sort of, anyway; more like force of habit than anything else. people don't usually respond to the whole my dad's an ancient greek god thing too well.

there's no point to lying, so he only hesitates for a beat, jaw tight. ]

Yeah, [ he says at last. ] you could say that. You aren't the only one who's dealt with mysterious, magical you're-our-only-hope types before.