"Not exactly what I had in mind," Roman said with a sigh, wishing he'd kept his mouth firmly shut because Peter's touch felt far better than he'd like to admit right now. Knowing what his friend was capable of was all the more frustrating, even if they'd not once spoken of their night with Miranda. "They are. In fact you barely have any iris at all. You'd be totally busted if you were pulled over right now," Roman was talking now to keep his mind off the whole Peter thing (and Peter's thing). "Okay, so you're looking at me like I'm the last Upir on Earth, which might be technically true at this point," he answered, "the point's still the same." Stoned. Roman's head almost butted Peter as he turned face him, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find an excuse that would fit, "...we'd wake the baby...?"
It had been worth a try, reminding Peter of the guy he truly was, rather than whatever he was seeing right now. "I'm starting to see that," Roman answered, "any idea what might work, or when this is going to wear off," because he really sucked at temptation and it was all he could do to restrain himself as it was right now. Sure, he could kick his ass and lock him out, but...where would be the fun in that! "I don't do it to be funny," he admitted, "I do it because I'm genuinely curious. Either that or I want to annoy you," Roman told him with a tiny smirk, "which it does." Roman was about to give a smart-assed reply about how it usually took a bloodbag or a hooker to keep his mouth shut, but before he could formulate a word Peter was kissing him. There was a few seconds while Roman resisted, trying to push his friend back, but when Peter clung tighter he gave in. If Peter wanted gropey, he could give as good as he got!