Peter pulled you into an unescapable embrace, ruffling your hair as he spoke.   "Why do you need hands when I can do everything for you?"    He questioned, grabbing your hands when he phrased that, looking down at you   "And why do you need legs? I could carry you about; you would never become tired!"   He pulled your hand up to his lips and planted a soft kiss on it.   "That would be my pleasure."