Percy isn't offended by the question. He does give off an air of being older than he looks. A small part of that is thanks to the streak of white in his hair he earned from holding up the sky, but mostly it just came from years of battles and seeing friends die.

"Seventeen." He takes a sip of the soda, letting out a satisfied noise. Delicious caffeine. "It'll be my birthday in August," he mentions. He'll be an official adult. So weird.