“Not often enough. Who needs words of affection when you can whisper that I’m a she-demon?” Chortling a little as she watched Percy’s daughter advance on her father with the steely look in her eyes. It would take a stronger man than any she knew to be able to resist that please. Her eyes took in the sight of them both; tiny little mannerisms from a tilt of her head to the way she moved reminded her of Percy. “Practice makes perfect, doesn’t it Luce?” Turning his words back on him.
Penny let herself be led into the small enclosure, grasping both of their hands as she moved along to the music the littlest one had chosen. It was easy, simple and that summed up her relationship with them both. Their generosity in letting her sneak into their family unit and moments like this where for a few heartbeats she could pretend that she belonged. That they were hers.
“You’ve nothing to be embarrassed about. I can guarantee your daughter got all of her very best moves from you with maybe a little help from a sprinkling of magic dust of course.” Fingers curled over his, finding a hint of warmth that she so often lacked., Later, later she might invite them both to drink and eat more but it was easy to get caught up in this moment.