Peter tossed his hat away, and his dark brown hair was a little mussed, but short.  He gazed at Carly greedily as she thrust her chest forward, inadvertently or otherwise.  She seemed to be a little nervous, and he grinned as he reached down to unbutton his pants as he slipped off his shoes.  When her hair fell about her shoulders, deep and dark contrasted against her pale, glittering skin, he gasped a little and dropped his pantaloons to the stone floor.  He stepped forward, in nothing but his boxers, and pulled off the fake beard.  Without the rest of the costume, it suddenly seemed very silly.  He tilted his head a little, his eyes seeking hers from behind her hair.  "You're beautiful."  Peter licked his lips quickly.  "Now get on the bed."