Peter just grinned when she agreed with him, a low huff of amusement as she smiled too - yeah he wanted her, and he saw the way she looked at him too. And he'd seen the way she was looking at John for that matter, and well she'd seen the looks he'd sent his way too. That was a surprise really, but it wasn't one that Peter was exactly against.
It was a good thing really, Claire reminding him that he could talk to her, tell her things that maybe he might not think he should, or even could. Because well that wasn't always a thing that Peter was good at. It had been a thing with MJ, he hadn't been able to really tell her the depth of his fears and it had torn them apart. And he didn't want that again, to have his fear or anything else pull this apart, not when he wanted this, and Claire and all the rest.
As for Vegas, well Peter wasn't worried that they'd done it - but he was curious. "I'd have enjoyed it." He told her honestly, it wasn't something he thought he'd ever have even thought of, but here he was with the very real knowledge that watching Claire and John flirt that night they'd played cards had been a very welcome thing. "Did I tell you I was married before?" He asked her, "Not Carol, but before I came here, we divorced a year ago." Well maybe more than that now, it was hard to think about the passage of time here as being a part of the time that passed in what ought to have been his life. "I didn't know how to talk to her, to own up to the things I was thinking and feeling about where we were headed."
Peter stroked his hand up along her side, his fingers inching just a little beneath her shirt as he spoke. "I'm not that person anymore, the one that doesn't know how to talk about what is going on." Well not fully maybe. "I like John, I liked that good night kiss we had." He said with a low huff, "I like you too, this thing we've been doing, I'd like to do a bit more of it."