"I rather doubt my life is at stake," he said with a slight narrowing of his gaze. He didn't mean it in the way he knew Peter would interpret it, but whatever.
There was a momentary lull in the conversation as John picked up his coffee cup again and took a drink, setting it back down before rubbing the back of his neck, glancing at Leia and then back at Peter. "I am fairly certain of it. The handwriting analysis was indicative of a male's hand and choice of words was notably masculine. And there is also the little matter of the fact that the first letter was received two days after the matter of my sexuality was brought up on air - by pure accident, I assure you. I was horrified that it had occurred, but one cannot always trust his co-hosts to keep their mouths closed about things that happen when one or all of them are intoxicated."
"And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why John isn't allowed to drink anymore," Leia interjected. "He makes out with sports-casters." She wrinkled her nose and made a rather disgusted face, just for play.
"Mm. Well, at least not in public. And in my defense, he started talking about his father's activity with the Masons. I couldn't help myself."
Leia snorted and turned back to her coffee, making the gesture of locking her lips and throwing away the key even as she was trying not to giggle.