Percy hears the words and reads into them what he wants to hear - and his smile, embarrassed and pleased, broadens. It's a tacit yes, possibly more than that, but the only thing that matters is the yes. Yes, there'll be clothing, and possibly a playful sort of payment for it. Yes, they'll continue on together, the two of them and all of them as a group. There will be ample time to get his revenge, and with luck, perhaps he might be able to confide in her regarding it.

He's hoping that her brief reference to sharing a bed tonight might still be on the table. Surely it's only more likely now. (While he has no particular animus toward any of her group - after they saved him, how could he? - bunking with Grog is a far less attractive prospect.)

"I think it has," he agrees, running a hand through his damp hair. Has he ever felt this way before? "I really think it has. Shall we go back?"

Without thinking, he offers his arm.