If Peter was a bird, he was a peacock. Over the top feathers and all. Though it was debatable if one would call a peacock speedy. Though this was not truly the point of their discussion. Fooling others wasn't his biggest talent. Not like her. But he could certainly be persuasive. Which was good, for what needed to be done. Pull a string here and there. See what unravels. "Good."

A raise of the eyebrow, he was sure that she was teasing. No one knew about his more... unique interests. This wasn't the era of open-minds. Alas, he was born in the wrong century. "I could always make a go of it, but I doubt he would receive such interests well." He said in a playful tone. While Peter wasn't actively watching them, he did keep his eye on the family in question every now and then. At parties, passing along in the streets. Nothing noticeable. "He seems to dance with more blondes at parties. I wouldn't worry."