He pulled a face at the possibility of being a non-believer, it made him want to laugh more than anything he'd heard all month. "You could say that." Actually no, you couldn't, no part of Peter allowed himself to be anything but the most honest believer. Kind of hard to be a skeptic when you shed and eat your own skin every full moon and your best friend is a dangerous monster that doesn't even know it just waiting to be unleashed on the unsuspecting. Eventually he would have to tell Roman what he was...but he didn't want to risk losing him to it.
"So you were taken away from the biggest job of your life to come and wave a stick and pretend you're doing magic." he lit up and took a drag of his cigarette. "Tough break."
"Well don't let me enable your bad habits." He commented with a wink, moving to pocket the pack again.