For Alecto, this was talking a lot, bordering on rambling. Now Peter knew how to get her to smile and open up more. Just talk about magic. It set him a little on edge and he still didn't understand why, other than Flagg got under his skin far too much. No rhyme or reason, he just didn't like the guy.
But Flagg was still in his dreams and his father was still alive and well, so why be upset?
Peter turned toward Alecto, his head still resting against the back cushion. He finished off his own glass of wine and snorted, amused by the thought of someone who was unable to stop dancing all while trying to duel with magic.
"I know how to duel with swords," he remarked, his speech beginning to slur. "Is that impressive?" He wanted more wine, but he wasn't about to get up from this view to get it.