What did he think of Peter? Well, he was a psychopath obviously. He was the very definition of that word. Dangerous, violent, and the exact sort of wolf that should've been put down years ago. Here he was sharing a drink and sometimes a bed with him. His father would kill him for this. Peter, was, however very smart and sophisticated. That didn't redeem him though.

"I think you don't want me to answer that question," he said dryly.

He watched Peter move around his place like he owned it. His approval of his alcohol amused him considering just about everything else annoyed Peter. Chris found it really entertaining to rile him up and piss him off even though it was dangerous. Their little games of back and forth were too amusing to give up.

"Good guns, good alcohol, and clean living, it's another one of those hunter mottos." Just to annoy Peter even more he put his feet up on the coffee table and crossed his legs. "It's how we live so long."