Well that definitely wasn't what he was going for. Baby faced? No! He closed his eyes and stepped inside. When he was sure she wasn't looking he made a disgruntled face. It took a lot of work to look this carefree. It took more work than she would realize. But she was lightening up, so the plan was working.
His eyes narrowed, instinctively he knew she was thinking something insulting, even tough he didn't use his power to find out just what it was. Peter who would rather be called a rabbit than a frog, most certainly did not come courting. She turned him down enough for him to be asking for a date. He closed the door behind him and walked into the house. "So you like roses right?" He asked waving them around.
He came into the room, sitting down not on the couch but on the chair nearby. "No, but that is a good idea. I needed to tell you that my mother had a dream. They aren't safe."
He looked over at the wall. "Need a night alone with him or something?" He asked not saying his name.