[PQ] Lair of the Dragon

Peter Terrified of what I'd be As a kid, from what I've seen Every single day, when people try And put the pieces back together Just to smash them down Peter cocked his head, his lips tilting into the suggestion of a smile, albeit a lost looking one. Somewhere along the line, he had made a mistake with his phrasing, he was sure of it, but he was finding ir more and more difficult and more difficult to protest. Something, curiosity, a moment of weakness, convinced him to drop his eyes, as subtly as he could, down Edrei’s body, the redness on his cheeks somehow growing brighter as he did. The bright flame Edrei conjured made Peter stiffen, confusion flickering across his face before he realized. The candles. ”That’s... it’s prerty. And... and a...” He hummed, struggling to think of an appropriate word, his eyes anywhere but her body.”A n-nice? Um, offer, but... I think I might be able to... to guess what will happen.” Instead of offering an explanation, Peter tipped his body towards the tunnel Zariah had disappeared down with Remi. One of them was blind sure, but definitely not the one he would want to be in that particular situation.