The little cracks in her armour only made his smirk broaden - the hitch in her voice, hammering heart rate, and best of all, the wariness and pain in her eyes. He just watched as she rambled nervously, trying to sound braver than she was. It was adorable really, how hard she tried. “You’re right, I do know,” he said smirking. “You wouldn’t dare risk someone killing me. Not with that little tiny chance of saving me.” The last words came out in a sneer, his lip curling back and showing off just the edge of fangs.
He could see the tears just starting, making her eyes shine a little brighter. Peter let go of one arm, pressing a clawed fingertip against her lips and letting the more inhuman features slide back until he appeared all human, as though he’d never changed at all. “Maybe I just wanted to pay you a little visit, Ginger,” he purred, sliding the hand back around to cradle her neck. “Been a little while since I’ve seen you, and I do so miss you.” He leaned in close, eyes half closed and his face right at her neck, his lips just teasing at the skin of her throat. He could smell her blood, just under the surface there.