"Yeah, but does it make me look gay?" he quipped, fiddling with the fabric of the shirt, impatiently. He smirked, as he leaned over, taking his shoes and putting them together in a neat little pair beside his feet on the floor. This was hardly setting up shop, as he'd have to remove his pants for that, and really, he didn't think Peter would let him stay very long in his skivvies. Well, maybe. Was Peter bold enough to kick him out? And would he really want 4chan causing a racket outside of his room in his boxers? Truthfully, 4chan wasn't at all sure. But he'd press his luck until Peter either freaked out or banned him from the apartment entirely.
He sighed, and thumbed into his jeans, the accusatory language bringing a sense of light mischief to his expression. "I'm here to distract you." he said, simply, folding his hands in his lap. "Whether you like it or not. And since you're probably not interested in doing this sexually, I'm going to have to come up with something else." he twiddled his thumbs, and leaned forward a bit, scrutinizing him for a moment.