"That is none of your-" Percy reacted by instinct, but quickly stopped himself. This was for Penelope, to help her and whatever this was. It was true, if there was some sort of connection...
He desperately hoped there wasn't, for if there was, it was likely his fault, and once again, he'd have been the cause of her pain.
"If you are asking whether I am still in love with her, the answer is no. Yet she was my first love, and there will always be... affection for her in my eyes."
He closed his eyes, feeling as if his robes were nothing but whisps of fabric, doing nothing to hide his nakedness from his visitor.