Vex pushes a stray lock of hair back behind her ear, and tells herself it's wishful thinking that Percy seemed interested briefly. It's clearly not where his expression settle. She tries not to read pity into his expression.

That's not like him.

But she does imagine it's not unlike him to find this whole situation awkward. At some point, he'll need to find somewhat to take advantage of, or vice versa, and that's not really his way. Beneath him.

"My room is upstairs," she says, half offering to show him and half giving him an excuse to miss that part of the tour. "Vax is in the attic."