Peter sat down next to her, leaning his shoulder toward her without much conscious thought, and gave a self-depreciating smile at the comment. "Not really an honor, just not many girls to bring," he admitted. "I don't—I'm not the—I'm not that guy, you know? One who's got girls from every angle or... or—this isn't usually my thing."

He could feel it, the blush starting to spread up his neck and ears. Whatever calming magic Robin had worked was helping, but it was also beginning to waver and ebb and he felt a little lost while he sat on the precipice. "Keep going with... with the—?" Making a vague gesture, he simply didn't continue. It was hard to say what Robin had been doing, because Peter wasn't sure nor did he understand how it was helping so much. No matter how right it actually felt, he wasn't sure what was happening in the first place.