Peter rolls her eyes, a lifted eyebrow because really, Roman? She's not exactly surprised it's where his mind goes, but it still makes her shift a little uncomfortably. She's not afraid of him, but it just heightens the tension between them, makes it thicker, heavier. She swallows, shakes her head.

"Fuck you." Because it's easier to take offense than it is to admit to anything else. "Seriously, how do girls even function? I'm gonna... call someone." She swallows, this pressure between them building, and ever the coward, Peter needed to get away. She was staring at him, and she didn't have his excuse. It was just, being next to naked when he was looking at her like that, made it harder to blow off her own interest.

She took a step back, moving to vanish back into her room and try and find clothes she could wear.