[He doesn't bow or kneel, and this lack of deference doesn't bother her at all. She smiles as he joins her, the expression soft and warm. Shifting on the bench at the table, she gives him more room as he sits.]

Considerably better, thank you. [The male across from her snorts, and she shoots him A Look, the kind that says he's been fussing at her for a solid week and she would like nothing so much as to escape for a moment of quiet. When she turns back to Percy, her head tips to the side, a look of faint confusion on her face.] I wouldn't say Draega is cool so much as cold. But I'm gratified you find it pleasant. We've made many changes in the last decade.