"Well, I didn't suspect you'd start exploring down there!" Roman answered with a stifled sigh as Peter's fingers grazed the tops of his jeans. This definitely hadn't been the way he'd intended to spend his evening, but he was starting to think it was a surprise he could get into. "And it's a good job I'm no cop," he told him with a grin, "or you'd totally be behind bars right now," which would be a bad thing...wouldn't it? Roman couldn't help squirm a little, trying not to respond to Peter but he was making it increasingly difficult to think, "when I started, there was a point. I'm pretty sure," he answered back. It was only when Peter referred to Nadia that he got himself back under control and pushed his hand away, "you can't seriously be suggesting we fuck in front of our daughter," whether she woke up or not was really not the point! And Peter's hand crept back to his belly almost immediately. "We're terrible fathers," Roman muttered under his breath.
"Okay," her sighed, "good to know you're going to be like this for the conceivable future, but you're going to feel like shit in the morning," Roman warned him. A flash of memory crossed his mind of the morning after their encounter with Miranda and the mutual lack of acknowledgement over what had passed between them. And this time they couldn't even blame Miranda. "Uh huh and you'd be right. Never exactly met a werewolf before you, have I?" and he sure as hell wasn't going to give Peter an easy time. It wasn't how they rolled. Then again, neither was the whole kissing and groping thing, but apparently that had changed all of a sudden. He tentatively put his arms around Peter, highly concious of where his hands were resting, trying to keep them within 'safe' perimeters in case any minute Peter broke away and told him the whole thing was a dumb prank, even if he didn't feel as though it was. "Not sure if it's better," Roman told him, "but it's certainly different. Kinda seeing why chicks object to beards," he told him with a slight smirk, "scratchy."