Hyperion cackled at the withering look that Percy levelled at him. "Oh come off it Perce, you know I don't believe you'd actually wear that. No need for your knickers to go aglay."
He lifted his eyebrow and then pointed at it, revealing the scar that his mother had given them after the fight so many years ago. "It's not like we've always had the best relationship, lad. She still won't tell me what the hell happened the night-" his voice cracked slightly. "The night Pandora left. My siblings won't tell me over. So occasionally I like to get a little payback, as petty as it is." He snorted and leant back in his chair, lifting his eyebrow again. "You always seem to think I'm childish lad, why is that?"
"Aye, you might be right at that. I do wish we'd be able to sit down and talk properly though," he said with a shake of his head. "I inevitably say something that her hyper-sensitive and - let's be honest - curse affected brain takes offence to and she either screams at me or flounces off. It's why I tend to avoid her."
"What type of life do you want, anything I can help with?" The ghost of a smile played across his lips for a moment. "I could always drag you out for an evening on the town with the Aurors?"