"Excuse me? I carry the ocean around with me, thank you very much." They've moved almost unconsciously towards a quieter corner of the dance floor, where there are less people and he can keep up with the thread of the conversation easier. Not that he was having too much trouble with it before; Annabeth is kind of a cure to ADHD. His, at least.

"And I'm just as good at coming up with things as you are. I'm just louder about it."