Peter kept the smirk off his face until Kele left, staring down the other man. And not turning his back on the Ranger. Oh hell no.
"Peter Torkarov," he held out his hand. "I thought maybe you would want proof that your son still existed." Under the circumstances. "Plus, I think he'd like to pick up a few things."
He wasn't even aware that his hand was still on Shiloh's shoulder. Some of the tense rage had left, but the look on Kele's face when he'd seen Shiloh... that didn't bode well. At all.