Blue eyes raised slowly to look at Roman through dark eyelashes. Peter would have argued, but did as he was told. He was too exhausted to fight anymore. Sitting down on the couch, he leaned back, his head dropping backward against the throw pillows. "You try having acid injected into your bloodstream." Obviously it hadn't been real acid, but it felt like it.
He groaned as he adjusted himself to a half laying position on the couch. He wasn't sure if it was entirely the Wolfsbane or if it was his shifting. "Don't think you can just give me orders and I'll do it." He said, his eyes closed as he settled down. Though with the herb in his system he was more likely to follow orders. Peter only hoped the auction house people had not bothered to inform Roman of that.
Sleep would have been nice, to sleep off the drug, but it was not going to happen. As soon as his eyes closed, they opened again and he sat forward. "Can I have a smoke?"