"I'm not drunk, yet," Peter insisted, indicating he very much intended to be by the night's end. Passed out there on the sofa in the guest house where a member of staff would probably find him in the morning and kick him out.
"But I'm not really up for sword dueling," he assured. He didn't even think they had any swords. They were all in his dreams, where he was the heir of a Kingdom, so of course he would have to know how to duel. Peter stood up and crossed the room to grab the bottle of wine. He needed a refill and it didn't occur to him to ask Alecto to get it with magic.
"Everyone in my kingdom thinks I killed my father," he confided as he sat down again and grabbed up his glass, filling it halfway before offering her more.