"I've never said that to you!" This is a lot more difficult for Peter than it is for Lucy. Once again, he would benefit from having the sense to learn how to manipulate the dream-space -- or his dream-body. He struggles back into his clothing, hissing in discomfort as he wedges himself into place, and finally manages to get everything tucked away and zipped up.

Turning around at last, he levels a glare at Gabriel. We don't need a third wheel. "And we'd want a woman, anyway."

Wait crap no.