Percy and Elaina had decided to take a little walk. It was becoming a bit of a tradition, these little father/daughter strolls through the inn, where Percy would tell her about the things that she was watching with her big dark eyes.

As they walked into the bar from the lobby, Jackson's voice raised up along with his glass.

"Twice as many nerve endings as in a penis, too. Just picture that amount of pleasure. Men got played."

Percy immediately clapped his hands over Elaina's tiny pointed ears and glared at Vex's doctor. Then he turned on his heel and walked out. His daughter didn't need to hear that kind of talk for at least 18 years. Or better, 30.