[ Peter heads to the bathroom, grinning privately to himself at Poe’s question. Over his shoulder again, ]

100% sure, yeah. I’ve got a job lined up.

[ He busies himself with giving himself a cursory wipe down. After that, he returns with a towel, dampened with warm water. He sits on the edge of the bed, leg drawn up to turn toward Poe, and he works at cleaning the mess on Poe’s stomach. ]

I’m surprised you’re not out of here by the stroke of midnight, honestly.