"I meant," Peter said clearly and carefully, "help you carry your files. But I see you have them in hand."

The hunting business was of no interest to him whatsoever. And besides, he might have an arrangement with Chris, but to work with him would be another monster entirely. Well, if Chris wanted to pick his brain as to what he knew of wendigos, it couldn't possibly be worse than the inane hunts for information Derek's frequently sent him on before. At least the creature was already identified in this case.

Peter was a step behind him, paused to consider the fruit basket and the remaining bottle of scotch. He scooped a grapefruit up, and took the scotch by the neck before following Chris into the living room. He should steer him towards the bedroom instead, but Peter knew perfectly well how far he could push his luck.

"Did you know that research shows lying or sleeping on your couch is dreadful for your back?"