““Wait, let me get that down. Primum: save…men. Secundo: do not…drop…weapon. Tertio—what’s the third thing on this list?” “Suck my prick,” Grey said rudely. “Ass.” Percy promptly flipped the sketchbook shut and came toward him, eyes brighter still. “Wait! I didn’t mean it!” “Just following orders,” Percy murmured, pinning him to the bed with a deft knee on his thigh, and getting a hand on his flies. “Sir.””
