[ piter opens his mouth to say something along the lines of "i am not your brother" before pausing and touching his fingertips to his lips, pulling them away blood red. not bad, garcia. rather inconvenient, but at least stylish in a macabre way.
with a chuckle, he procures a handkerchief and wipes the evidence of that smooch away. no sapho-mouth for this guy. ] Painless, my dear, I assure you... But I shall, as you say, take care.