Oh, Peter. *looks away, visibly flustered* You're a mess, Pete. *Touches Peter's arm* I'm a nuclear wasteland - you need to find the right girl, one who wasn't trapped in a hell dimension and forced to murder her own inner-child with a shattered piece of her own soul. Okay? Bye, now. *summons a stepping disk* And Piotr actually likes you. *teleports away*