"I'm not on my arse..." He grumbles and protests and yet he's already legging it toward Peter. He keeps a wary eye on the unicorns, not knowing if they trust him or how they're likely to react if he starts pummelling Peter with his fists.

Best leave it to later, he thinks to himself. Though the hateful look he's throwing Peter is enough indication. He ignores the hand and steps closer, still hanging behind the other and looking over his shoulder.