This is Peter being friendly, Gabe, deal with it.

"I've never understood how that would even work," protests Peter, who has perhaps given too much thought to the subject of avian-on-human rape. He frowns as he toddles after the demi-god whatever the fuck Gabriel is. "Baldur -- isn't he supposed to be...I don't know, sunshine, goodness, all that..." he waves a hand, "stuff?"

Norse gods aren't exactly his specialization, but Peter cast his net pretty wide at a few points in his informal studies.