Peter's smile is slow and wicked, settling back in his chair. "Oh please, please. Let him shoot me," he says in bright, joyful tones, almost playful. "Unless you've armed him very carefully, it's not going to do much."

His gaze focuses in on the man who reached, and his voice drops to a growl. "Go for it. It's your funeral then."

In the end though, he's having way too much fun.

Though he points at Felix. "Okay he's the only one in the room I like right now. Do tell."