"You wound me, sir," Peter dramatically raised his hand to his chest and pretended to be wounded by his words. He heard that enough from other customers that he didn't really take threats seriously anymore. They always kept coming back and Peter would just smile and serve it right to them.
"I don't know why you hate the misspellings so much. It's just part of the charm. Imagine the day when I finally do spell your name right and you'll be slightly disappointed because you were waiting to see what I came up with next," he couldn't help but point out.