A soft pink is slowly building over Murdoc's face, gradually becoming a darker shade of red. He sputters at first, trying to move away from the other in a less than graceful manner. Then he begins to stammer, not finding the words he wants to say readily available.

He tries to make eye contact, to glare at the other and tell him to knock it off. The gleam puts him totally off the mark and he sputters again, looking at everyone but Peter. He's sure he isn't serious in his flirtatious attempts, he's just a kid trying to get an old man to do something stupid. Murdoc loathes it.

"I said, keep. walkin'."