"Going out, lovely ladies without clothes on, that sort of thing," Gabriel answers easily, thinking that Peter was asking for clarification on what sort of arrangements he meant. He wonders at the same time if Lucy would like male strippers, and if Peter could handle that without having a fit. Probably not.

He's so busy being amused by the hilarious mental image of a muscled man in a thong gyrating against a horrified Peter, that it takes him a moment to notice that Peter isn't responding. Something seems...wrong. Or, in the least, Peter is acting very strange. His smirk falls off his face and he raises his eyebrows in question. "Peter?"