Peter is aware of his bruises. He's not quite sure what to make of the potions master anymore. Oh it was certainly an adventure and very satisfying in a visceral way, but Peter had been drugged and the other man...hadn't. He's been puzzling over it, but he also doesn't care to conceal the obvious handprint around his throat, or the lumps on his head or the rings of bruises peeking out from his sleeves. If people notice they notice, so he just shrugs casually at the question, ducking down to avoid a vicious plant reaching out subtly to ensnare them. He laughs. "If you need to ask that it's probably for the best if you don't know!"