He hadn't resisted when she'd pushed him onto the daybed. Had stayed on his back when she straddled him. He hadn't even so much as lifted his head, letting her vent out that anger. But now that she was caught off guard, Peter sat up, sliding one hand along her leg, starting at her knee and working up to her hip, his thumb moving in a gentle circular motion as his hand traveled.
"You know how I get my abilities, Sarah," he said. Peter's voice was soft. "From anyone else who has them. Telekinesis was one of the first I ever acquired, and I got it from a murderer. I inherited the ability, but I didn't become the man."
His other hand settled on her opposite hip. "Power is not good or evil. It depends on the person who weilds it." One eyebrow arched. "Do you think I would let you become a babysnatcher?"