[ He licks his lips as he watches her carefully -- her temper has alawys been short, little more than a rubberband ready to snap, and they're quickly approaching that point, he thinks. Even her displays of power by flinging him into his ship was just par for the course, as far as Peter was concerned.

The Siren always seems so sure of her every move. Even when she makes fucked up decisions, she at least seems to be set in them. This, though, with her freely admitting she doesn't know why she's kept him alive, is dangerous new territory. ]

Maybe-- [ He says it too softly, at first, then clears his throat and tries again; he does his best to keep his voice level and calm. ] Maybe-- you're tired of people sucking up to you. I don't know. Maybe you want someone around who will tell you when it's wrong to kill a little kid.