John just stood there and stared a moment at Peter's hand before looking back up at his face and then over his shoulder towards the kitchen.
"John doesn't touch people he doesn't know," Leia called from the other room, without even looking. Were there not a twenty year age difference between them, it could have been a twin connection.
"Yes," he said. "That." He paused for a moment longer before sitting down on the sofa neatly and placing his hands in his lap, taking a deep breath and examining Peter for a moment. "My sister tells me you're a private investigator. I hope you don't mind that I don't always trust her judgment on these things and I did a background check myself. You should be pleased that it was clear or anything more than a minor traffic ticket, which can be forgiven - they happen to the best of us, the police have to get paid somehow." He paused and, realizing he was rambling, cleared his throat a little.
"I have a stalker," he said. "I have video footage of the car parked outside my apartment and my place of employment - every day for months now - as well as video that I installed on the back bumper of my car that shows the car following me home from work on a number of occasions. I also have three letters that were placed in unmarked envelopes in my mailbox, which have no fingerprints on them, and the ashes from one dozen red roses that were sent to me on Valentine's Day. What can you do with that?"