Really? ( he perks up, edges of his mouth curving upwards in an unreserved smile, not spurred by sarcasm. percy hops up onto the barstool beside her rather than sticking it out standing up like a creep all night. his smile hasn’t dimmed, he hasn’t worked out how she knows that. ) How do people leave?

( when he narrows his eyes, it’s more mischeif than a death glare. )

Sounds to me like you have nothing to lose. ( is this the face of someone that would create a path where one didn't exist before? well, yeah, but she doesn't know that. ) Come on. Do you have name shame or something? Is it Rumplestiltskin? Beetlejuice? Bloody Mary? I won't say it three times.