“Hey…what’s that smell?”
“Don!” Hazel said. “Don’t be rude.”
“No, man, I just—”
Their house god Vitellius shimmered into existence, standing half embedded in Frank’s couch. “Fauns in the dining hall! What are we coming to? Centurion Dakota, do your duty!”
“I am,” Dakota grumbled into his goblet. “I’m having dinner!”
Don was still sniffing around Percy. “Man, you’ve got an empathy link with a faun!”
Percy leaned away from him. “A what?”
“An empathy link! It’s real faint, like somebody’s suppressed it, but—”

The Son of Neptune, Chapter VIII