Annabeth realizes his intention the moment he starts tugging and doesn't fight it. And when she's sitting in his lap, she just adjusts herself a little more comfortably.

It's a little intense, the way he's studying her face, though she does get why; the conversation hasn't quite left her yet either, and she more or less knows what she can do for him just by existing.

But he still gets a bit of a pointed look. "My plan depends on your next move, naturally."