When his wrists suddenly set free, Peter wasn't quite sure what to do with them. In his current position, straddled on the couch with his back pressed into the cushion and his leg twisted at a semi-awkward angle with a very beautiful woman right up against him with all her warm curves and nice smell and—with all of that, where were his hands supposed to go? The bafflement was obvious as he eventually let them slide down to splay across the seat on either side of himself.

He made a strangled, confused noise when Robin removed her bracelet. Wasn't that like someone removing their wedding band before committing to an affair? He watched it go, then turned to stare at her while he struggled for words. "Er, Robin, I... I don't know what to say, actually. What does that mean? That thing you just did and what you just said? Both of them? Why isn't it a bad idea?"