"Knowing Peter, he'd probably try and kill me for giving you the hunger."

He licked his lips and looked towards the ceiling, half-tempted to go upstairs and fill Peter in, just so he'd have an excuse to kill him. Not that he had any great issue with Peter -- he was a naive idiot, and time hadn't changed that, but he wasn't as obsessed with putting him out of his misery as he had been in his younger years -- but now that he was awake and had eaten, he found he was itching for a fight he knew he could win. It wouldn't be an easy one -- especially when Peter realized he had all his powers and Claire's -- but after all the losses they'd suffered at the hands of Samuel or all the times they'd been forced to retreat from the government, it would be worth it to be the last man standing for once. Maybe he'd even let Peter live for being such a good sport.