Peter Pan & Cameron
"My night, sadly, has been quite mundane," Pan admitted. "I'm looking forward to flying home after this." Now that was exciting. Diving, soaring, racing planes, and causing mischief was far more entertaining than anything he'd experienced so far tonight. Of course, he did have one more date to go so that could change, but he didn't have much faith in that. Plus, whatever came of this one.
Her entire dramatic performance earned genuine laughter from Pan. "I think that entire performance was more than enough to make up for it," Pan replied, shaking his head. No, no one was going to stalk Cameron over him. Savannah was the one girl he was flirting with the most and he doubted she was possessive or that crazy. "No one is going to kill you on my behalf, but you can come haunt me anytime you want," Pan said, smirking and blue eyes glittering with amusement.
Pan made a face. "Being a ghost has to be torture in itself. You can't interact with anyone. Though, I suppose if I was one, I'd probably try to kill the person that made me a ghost in the first place." Because there was no way that Pan wouldn't seek revenge and the only way he would die is if someone killed him and even then, killing a star was not an easy feat.
Pan held up his hand so that she could have a better look at the rings; the light reflecting off the silver and jewels. "In a way they are. They remind me of what I've accomplished. What i have yet to do." Not that he would probably add to them here. At her question, Pan shrugged. "Not really. They all have some kind of meaning."