Claude hit the wall a lot harder than he would have expected Peter to be able to manage. In fact, he was quietly thankful that he hadn't heard anything give a tell tale snap as he pushed himself back off the wall, keeping one hand against it was he worked to regain the breath that had been knocked out of him. He wasn't willing to show any faltering, any weakness, as he grinned at Peter, the expression of mixture of amusement, arrogance, and perhaps a hint of pride.
"Not so much of a pussy whipped little bitch now, eh?" Claude asked. "Knew you'd get the hang of it."