You'd been tied to a chair with a gag over your mouth for what felt like hours. You'd been kidnapped- of course- by Peter just a day ago. He had been pacing and nervously scratching his arms the entire time, muttering to himself

"Well, I don't want to force myself on them. Jesus, they'd just hate me even more. I can't even imagine-" You're actually just starting to feel a bit of second hand embarrassment. It's clear he didn't think he'd get this far in his whole "kidnapping" idea