Peter rather enjoyed making people speechless; it was the best way to remain on the offensive, to keep the upper hand. What's more, it was also not really in his control--he was just impulsive, while also lacking in impulse control. Making his way to the room, he dropped to a seat to begin serving himself up some food, then hearing her he nodded, accepting said beer, and providing her with the wings.
"I'm a bigger fan of breasts anyway," He quipped with a dirty joke rather obvious. Sitting back, he took a drink from the beer and let out a rather contented breath, before setting it back down and then took a bite from his chicken while then looking back towards her and raised a brow, "Wait. Why did you bring this? Isn't this my job? Oh god... you're firing me.--can you fire a slave? Or do you just kill them?"