“But they’re not enemies—”
“That’s right,” Piper jumped in. “We just want to talk. If we could—”
“Ha!” snapped the statue. “Don’t try that charmspeak on me, young lady. And put down that dagger before I slap it out of your hands!”
Piper glanced at her bronze dagger, which she’d apparently forgotten she was holding. “Um…okay. But how would you slap it? You don’t have any arms.”

The Mark of Athena, Chapter I