It was almost like Peter didn't know what he was doing as he looked down at his hands and shrugged off the fact that he was caressing Roman's chest like it was going out of style. "You're going to wear a hole in me if you keep on rubbing me like that," he told Peter, knowing by this point that his friend wasn't going to listen to a damn word he had to say. "Your eyes are dilated and you're throwing yourself at me like I'm the last human on Earth," he replied with a sigh, which told him there was definitely something in the cupcakes - what, he had no damn clue, but he wasn't touching them with a ten-foot-pole. "I'll take your word for it," Roman said humouring him. Until he took a double take at Peter's words. "You did not just suggest..." he shook his head in disbelief.
Roman looked over at Peter, "sure I am. Especially when I'm ripping the throat out of some undeserving victim," he said with dry cynicism. He patted the top of Peter's ruffled hair, "of course you're not high, you always hit on me after you've had cupcakes." It was strange that it was only him that seemed to bring out the horny in his buddy, though. It made very little sense, but then nothing that was happening right now made a bit of sense to Roman! "Hey, why shouldn't you have wolf traits? Doesn't make it a bad thing, I have Upir traits twenty-four/seven, I was just, you know, wondering if that could be the reason for...this?" Roman gestured to Peter's hand which was roaming a little too far South for comfort.