All he'd wanted was a quiet hour or two to himself to catch up on a little reading and instead he got Peter the Magnificent Octopus, wherever Roman brushed away a hand another seemed to appear in its place. Just perfect! "Right, because you're always trying to get your hands up my shirt?" he said with a small shake of his head, wondering which god he'd pissed off this time. "Hate to break it to you Peter, but I think someone roofied your cupcake," he told his friend. Whether it was Gwen or whoever baked them was a whole other question, but Roman was quite certain he had enough on his hands already without solving the mystery of the spiked cakes. "I think I'll pass," he said looking down at Peter, "one of us making with the grabby hands is more than enough, don't you think?"
Right. "You're so high you're visiting Venus," Roman informed him, "but far be it from me to spoil your buzz," though that nose thing was justification enough to kick his ass out right now. "I'm not sure anyone has described me as cute, annoyed or not," he answered, "ever," so he doubted he was being cute now. "This is going to be fun, huh, riding out your roofie high while you're all gooey-eyed and groppy?" He was curious, though, "were you groppy with Gwen too, or is this a me-related thing? Hey, maybe you're on heat - or is that just a girl-wolf thing?"