Peter after he came back from the death.
"I'm the spark that lit your fire, sweetheart. No one else could handle you and your really bad temper." The vase that crashes right beside his head was not even pretty.
"Oh you're so full of yourself!" Your voice is loud and echoes through the loft.
"No. But you will." His eyes seem like they could see right through you. Like the day you two met in the bar. He just seemed so mysterious and his good looks attracted you.
"You...pig." Is all you can say while he walks towards you. It's gonna be a long night.