Of course the thought comes to her, You try to make me smile.

And maybe that reflects poorly on her, that she's attracted to people because of what they do for her. It's not exactly Vex's only unflattering quality. It is more than that, though. It's his mind, and his willingness to talk with her for hours, his honesty—even his fucking bullheadedness.

And at some point, she'll realize she's not even sure which of them she's thinking of. Percy and Sweeney couldn't be more different in any number of respects...

But Vex does have to feel that she has a certain type.

She clears her throat, leaning into Percy briefly, affectionately.

Taking his blessing, even if it doesn't wholly feel like one.

"I'd be happy to introduce you to him too. Not all at once, of course..." That would be a recipe for disaster.