One day, perhaps, he would get used to people randomly grabbing him, but as it was he had to stop himself from turning around to give someone a piece of his mind. Or his fist. But it was just Keara, and he huffed out a vaguely annoyed sigh.
Casting a glance over his shoulder at his sister, Pietro sighed again. "You want to work with me?" he asked. Of course she did. And she'd be upset if he said no.