The thing about being a gypsy, is that you can more or less get away with doing things that are rather out of line. Like, lounging on the sofa next to the pretty redhead you know you have no chance with. But, it's okay, because Peter isn't even interested in chances. So, he grins at Lydia. He's unfortunately fully dressed now, but, he does have a rather stylish leather jacket that he most definitely didn't pay for. It's not as nice as the one he had in Hemlock, but it's still pretty metal.

He's still not sure that coming out of the Banshee closet was exactly the brightest idea, but maybe she's right. One never knows. But hearing about the curses? Yeah, he's somehow more concerned. There are about a million and fucking one things that no one here needs to know about him, thanks. But, Lydia seemed interesting. And so she has a gypsy boy with a faded smile just settling next to her, when there comes that raspy Vader breathing.