Peter just takes a moment to marvel at how the man did not at all comprehend what he'd meant. What a fool. There's a reason the forest is forbidden, and he might have been too young to understand when he was traipsing around in at eleven but he does now. Then he is in motion, darting forward to grab a wrist and spin Murdoc around. "Have a care, man!"

His voice and expression have gone sharp and serious. "Have you any idea what season it is? Are you on speaking terms with the centaurs? What about the nest of acromantulas? I don't question your experience with "dark" creatures, but I damn well am starting to doubt you have any respect at all for anything!"