There were dark histories, then there were people who killed others. It was really apples and oranges, but Alecto was no killer here. At least Peter hoped not.
Blame the drink, blame it on whatever you'd like, but Peter thought Alecto should have been kissed just then. There was a certain sadness to her that was undeniably attractive. Later, Peter might scold himself for not kissing her, for being a lesser man in that moment, because all he managed to allow himself was a touch to her chin with the pad of his thumb. It was brief. Any longer and he might have given in and she might have walked out on him.
"No, I guess not," he said as he reclined back on the sofa. In his hand, he was still nursing his wine glass. No, he didn't want his father or his brother to start dreaming. Neither of them seemed to have an interest in the net so they were safe for the time being. Peter looked at Alecto and chanced a faint smile. "Show me some magic?" he requested.