" Did you, like, google me or something?”
She frowned. “I don’t know that word.”
“You looked me up,” he said. “Almost like you had some interest in me.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I have an interest in not making you a new set of clothes every other day. I have an interest in you not smelling so bad and walking around my island in smouldering rags.”
“Oh, yeah.” Leo grinned. “You’re really warming up to me.”
Her face got even redder. “You are the most insufferable person I have ever met! I was only returning a favour. You fixed my fountain.”
“That?” Leo laughed. The problem had been so simple he’d almost forgotten about it. One of the bronze satyrs had been turned sideways and the water pressure was off, so it started making an annoying ticking sound, jiggling up and down and spewing water over the rim of the pool. He’d pulled out a couple of tools and fixed it in about two minutes. “That was no big deal. I don’t like it when things don’t work right.”
“And the curtains across the cave entrance?”
“The rod wasn’t level.”
“And my gardening tools?”
“Look, I just sharpened the shears. Cutting vines with a dull blade is dangerous. And the pruners needed to be oiled at the hinge, and—”
“Oh, yeah,” Calypso said, in a pretty good imitation of his voice. “You’re really warming up to me. "

― Rick Riordan , The House of Hades (The Heroes of Olympus, #4)