Peter snickered, entering the room. "Did any of those 'strongest men' have an indestructable liver?" he asked, arching an eyebrow right back at her. "We'll see how well I handle it. If nothing else, I've got the number for the local ambulance branch in my phone's speed dial."
Though he was pretty sure it wouldn't come down to that. If he was in trouble, nothing would fix him short of a syringe of Claire's blood.