Once the woman speaks, her voice calm and even and matching the rest of her perfectly, Peter relaxes, just enough to be noticeable. His shoulders drop, and his eyes comes up to look her over again, more closely this time. He notes her stance, the way she’s mirroring his, and wonders if it’s for the same reasons. He’d always been told to keep weapons away during polite conversations.
”You’re not the same as... most of the, um... most of the others.” Peter pointed out, letting his gaze drift to the people walking by around them. ”You don’t seem... angry, or...” He trailed off, not seeming as confident with whatever he had been about to say. Of course, it could have all been a clever ruse. She wouldn’t be the first person he’d met to keep their true face hidden.
When she asked whether he’d been at the manor, Peter glanced behind him, in the direction of the imposing home. ”I was there.” He confirmed. ”I am there a lot. Will... you be around more?” Peter turned back towards her as he asked the question, his head tilting to the side. ”It would be... nice,” he nodded, ”...to have people around. More people around.”
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
