I know what I'm doing. [That erratic stutter of his heartbeat is almost immediate. It's amazing, though, how listening to Peter is so similar to listening to Gerard. It irritates him, and his eyes flash red as he looks at him; his fingers flex, but oddly enough, there aren't any nails there. It's like he wants them there, but they haven't come yet.

Scott just barely manages to resist from looking down at them in shock.]

Besides, the last thing I need help from is a murderer. That's the only thing you accomplished as an alpha, Peter. And then you got caught.