Normally it was Elisabeth who was the physical one, so she was pleasantly surprised by Peter's display of happiness. Because he'd never hear her laugh, she instead laughed within their heads, a mixture between a giggle and a squeal of joy. It was enough to spark her ever growing need to flirt, though lately she'd been able to suppress her "urges" with Gabriel on her mind so often. But as long the flirting remained harmless, she didn't see a reason to cease.
She took enough steps to be within kissing range, withholding her purr of a chuckle because it would not be heard, though her smile was devious. Gently setting a hand on Peter's chest, she asked, [Are we going to keep going back and forth with this celebrating?]
The scar made him uniquely beautiful, but he could have been diseased and she would adore him right now. She missed hearing voices, as oddly as that was worded. [Shite, animals? You know, I was wondering why there was no song out my window this morning from the birds...this has to be hardcore if whoever has taken it this far. What are the theories, if I may ask?]