He knew that Roman thought this whole thing was stupid. Maybe it was but the pissed off Upire had nothing compared to how Peter felt. They needed to talk and they were going to do it. He didn't care anymore. The dark haired wolf stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, he nodded to Shay and then turned his gaze to Roman.
"No you can't. If I have to be here, so do you. This temper tantrum and phobia of me has gone on far enough. I don't care if you're terrified that I am going to kill you but come on man. At least hear me out before you get the wrong impression. I've tried giving you your space, and that didn't work. I tried being nice to you, and even that didn't work. I am mere seconds from punching you and you really don't want me to. So unless there is a brawl in here, you will listen to me or I will die trying to get my friend back."