Piotr was still... adjusting, that was the term he would probably use in polite company anyway. The Upir Virus wasn't something you got used to, at least not right away. However, Storm was a role model for the Russian and like the weather witch, Piotr did his best not to let the virus control him. He was determined not to shut himself away from the world like some of the other 'victims'. Betsy, Kitty, Ronan had all become even more reclusive, and no matter how much time he spent with Kitty it just felt like he was hitting his head against a wall. And not the usual, physical kind that Piotr normally broke through.
The sun still up and being a nuisance meant Pete had to occupy himself indoors, which at the mansion wasn't a huge let down. He decided to give his workout a try. It was first time since the attack that he'd felt in the mood to exercise. The practice was normally calming to Piotr, besides his art, it was the closest thing to therapy in his life. Unfortunately, this work out had not been a satisfying one. He had to adjust for all of his new abilities, not only the strength, but the extra endurance and stamina. Even after an hour, he'd felt like he had just been wasting his time, and taken out some gym equipment in the process. He left the gym frustrated, like you put all the work into a surprise party and the guy didn't show. He trudged back into the locker room when the thought of the sauna passed through his brain. It might help relieve his tension, he thought as he grabbed his bathing suit from the hook in his locker.
Piotr approached the door to the steam room and noticed someone was already inside. The door was already warm and a sweet intoxicating smell lingered in the small bit of mist that escaped the bottom of the door. He pulled it open and was met by the sight of Emma, also in her bathing suit, alone in the tiled room. Oh sweet Jes-, Pete was immediately in a state of excitement. Her body was flawless, laid out before him like an offering. He took a breath, the warm moist air filled his lungs laced with the scent of the telepath. Yeah, that didn't help. Pete attempted to suppress the erection that was forming in his swim trunks. 'Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts'. "Emma," Pete greeted the hottie woman with a nod and took a seat across from Diamond.