Vex accepts the kiss, warm and pliant, if perhaps less fiercely proactive than she had been. She doesn't reject it. If anything, she might savor it a little more closely for the fact their evening is running out. Like licking the last bits of a dessert from a spoon. In that spirit, she sucks her own lower lip when he leaves, like she can still taste the cocktail of their mingled flavors there, letting her eyes slide shut and slumping briefly against the side of the pool.

Then the moment is gone, and she's climbing out behind him.

She catches up at the towel rack, pulling one from the shelf to offer Percy even as she takes another for herself. If there's a little more space between them, it's only for the best.