Peter B | Claire
"Oh there's a butterfly?" Peter asked with a laugh shifting just a little like he might be trying to peer over her shoulder like he'd be able to see anything at that kind of angle at all in the first place. "Well you're right, that won't work at all - that sort of imagery doesn't fit together at all." He tutted like it was some kind of huge disappointment. But he was anything but disappointed at the moment, in fact he was feeling pretty good really, better than he had in a while.
He arched an eyebrow at her when she said she'd taken an oath. "Wasn't that an oath to do no harm?" He countered, "That's what I always heard," But what did Peter know after all, he didn't take an oath, at least not a real one. There was Uncle Ben's reminder, it felt like an oath at times, but it wasn't a real one.
"It's okay, I won't tell anyone." He added after a moment, winking. Claire was far too kind really, even with that dry sort of humor of hers, that poked at places that could be tender but went over smoother than that simply because of who she was.