"Doesn't it? Because I was beginning to think my obvious expertise in magic is all that mattered," Peter grinned and shrugged, "Helping people's all well and good, but a sandwich is so much better..."
The thought trailed off though when she leaned in just a bit, her lips nearest his, his hands brushing off the back and down over her hips again, slipping under the shirt she was wearing to dance along her soft skin, "Probably because I'm a slave, and you're the master and... oh, fuck it. Good question..."
The grip he had on her tightened as he pulled her towards him and his lips crushed back into her own, kissing her rather needily in that sudden sense, breathing her in as he took in the scent of her.