Peter wasn't one to flinch from looking people in the eye. Well, maybe if those people had some kind of badge...then he was careful. Dropped his eyes respectfully. Tried not to be noticed.
But with friends, or with pretty girls - yeah, he held eye contact. Enough to notice better the flecks of gold in her eyes, the depth of colour in the green that he hadn't yet noticed.
"Stick around long enough and you'll learn pretty much everything there is to know about me anyway," he told her softly. This town wasn't like Hemlock Grove; everyone was a stranger. There wasn't gossip going around about him. Or well, not that he was aware of.
And there was a lot he might tell Phaedra, given time. Or the proper application of booze. As it was, even one cigarette after days without had his head spinning a little.
His hand was still on her leg. He should probably move it.
He didn't.
His thumb swiped across her kneecap, a slow, subtle caress that could be passed off as accidental if she objected.