Murdoc takes a deep breath and releases it through his teeth, tutting softly. He drops the hand after inspecting the bruises as he sees fit and keeps his eyes locked on Peter's, as if waiting for the cage to drop and for him to confess to joking around.

Despite himself, he lifts a hand to the other's face and brushes a thumb over the cheek that would surely bruise. His expression turns stern again and he drops the hand, turning his nose up and away from the other man.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from him."