Vex follows him down the stairs, moving slowly. She doesn't want to rush him, and doesn't have a problem letting him take his time.

Better that than fall down stairs.

When he suggests archery, Vex's gaze snaps up from Percy's feet to his face. Then a brow arches and she leans closer. "Archery, darling?" she asks, almost smugly. "You've finally seen the benefits of shooting something that doesn't explode regularly, hm?"