"He might," Vepar purred, smiling even broader at her sudden wave of fear. How lovely. But if he wanted her to stay, he'd have to reassure her. "But he'd be too lazy to try." That was the truth and the cat gave a languid stretch and yawn before falling back to sleep in the sun again. Useless bastard that he was. Raiden had nothing to worry her pretty little head over.
The box was accepted. Peter brought it to a surface on the deck to rest it on and lifted the top of it and took two out. "Join me?" he requested charmingly, offering one to her as a witch might offer an apple to a princess. Of course, they weren't exactly poison apples, but that was hardly the point.