Peter had been prepared for the curse, and even through the agony coursing through him he felt something release. When it was done, he slumped to the floor, breathing heavily but feeling more at peace than he'd been since the last time they'd done this.
"Yes," he whimpered, and struggled to his feet. Jacob liked when he fought just a little, and it always led to better things. "I know what you want." He still avoided looking at the dead bodies, finding it easier, somehow, to keep all attention on Jacob.
He wondered if Jacob wanted him to just come right out and give him something, but Peter needed time to think. It had to be phrased just perfectly. He was silent just a shade too long, purposefully, and knew Jacob would retaliate. He welcomed it.