[Poison stares at him. She makes a face like she's trying to decide if she's insulted or charmed, and seems to settle on the latter.
No one's ever said something so nice about her eyes before.]
Peter.
[And then her hand is over his again, holding it, a squeeze across the back of his knuckles.] I think you're trying to pay me a compliment? [Yeah. She's uh... pretty sure.]
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No one's ever said something so nice about her eyes before.]
Peter.
[And then her hand is over his again, holding it, a squeeze across the back of his knuckles.] I think you're trying to pay me a compliment? [Yeah. She's uh... pretty sure.]
... Thank you. For that. And everything else.