( in a weird way, dustin kind of reminds clarisse of annabeth when she was younger. curious, and absolutely unafraid to ask the rude question. (annabeth is still like that, though they've all learned some restraint over the years.) not that clarisse is particularly offended. it'd take a lot more than being called spawn and asked who her parents are to rub her the wrong way. )

Yeah, like Hercules. ( she nods pointedly at him as if to say now listen here, young man: ) Except that's his Roman name. ( she makes the universal i'm gonna hurl expression. yeah, the greeks and romans are, like, cool now or whatever, but old rivalries die hard. ) We Greeks call him Heracles. ( anyway, not the point. ) He's actually my ... uncle, I guess? My dad's Ares, son of Zeus, god of war.