pyotrkovalevsky:

nitro-glycerin:

And what exactly would you know of my girlfriend’s touch, let alone my daughters? /growls, energy sweeping across his skin in furious waves.

*Playfully walks around the angered man* Oh she never told you? Well let us leave it the imagination what we did on that night my boy. And I suppose the same could easily apply to your daughter…

/grabs Peter, and lifts him by the front of his shirt. /growling low. I don’t care what you did with my girlfriend before, but you will not talk about her, or my daughter, like that. You hear me, pig?