Peter smirks in amusement at her answer about her grams and wine. His gaze drifts over to her when her voice grows quiet. His shoulders tense back as his mouth parts, and-

"You don't know the price."

It's said in a low voice. He shakes his head.

"What if it's not something you can afford to lose?"

Of course, if the positions were reversed, Peter would likely be doing the very same, but they're not. The cost is on her.