The question caught him a bit off guard as his dark eyes looked up to meet the rather powerful gaze of the older man with the cigar still smoldering between his lips.  It gave him a rather dominant, menacing feel which seemed to only add to Peter's discomfort in the place.  He seemed to be fresh meat in pack of starved wolves, waiting for the first to strike out, and it seemed that this man would be the first to try.<br/><br/>"Sorry.  I don't quite get what you mean."  Peter said with a rather bored look on his face.  He did give the man a once over, noting the light covering of hair which seemed to cover his chest.  His brown eyes moved down, glancing at the beginning of a bulge in the towel around his waist before his eyes moved back up to stare back at the man.  The grey seemed to compliment his face nicely, not that he was necessarily interested in other men, but he could appreciate another male body in peak condition.