Staring had never been a particular hobby of Peter's and his eyesight, while extraordinary, was not his sense of choice. His hearing is what he cherished more than anything, so much so that he would choose blindness or perhaps even partial physical debilitation rather than become deaf. Sound is what comforted him those long six years in the hospital, is what alerted him to his surroundings. Peter could sense a lie by the change in someone's heartbeat and could hear a whisper from yards away. His eyesight wasn't as crucial to him and the unnatural blue of his eyes tended to be noticeable. And, of course, staring was rude and Peter, while devious and manipulative, wasn't rude. He has his standards.
Peter had an excellent memory and had the tendency to remember the people he talked to, and the topics of their conversations. Being able to recall things, even things that had seemed unremarkable at the time, had helped him in the past. People sometimes revealed small things about themselves during small talk, even if they didn't know it and that was what Peter latched on to. Skills of use, secrets to use as leverage, weaknesses and liabilities as well as assets were all filed away in Peter's head for a rainy day. He could find use for anyone, even the one person he hated most in the entire world.
"That confident?" Peter smirked. It didn't matter to the werewolf whether he won or not. If this man really could outrun him without trying, that was a valuable piece of information that he could potentially use in the future. At the same time, Peter could use the run to release some of the agitation that still lingered in him from that sensory overload. Running had always been cathartic to him; there was nothing to focus on but the sound of the twigs snapping around him and the feeling of the wind hitting his face.