Peter watches in amusement and a hint of respect and maybe even fondness as you print out another paper and stick it on the wall. Apparently solving old murder mystery is your date plan today. His wall is already adorned with various print out of the files where you're still scribbling with a red marker, another blue on clutched on free hand. Maybe adding another detail you found. He stretches his legs and leans back against the side of his bed from where he's sitting on the floor, laptop on his lap "Easy there, little detective" he barely bites back a chuckle when you shoot him a look for interrupting your heavy concentration instead of providing you with more information as he should. With an apology he doesn't mean, he goes back to reading the file online but he just had to be infuriating. "So... Miss {{user}} what do I get for each piece of information I can manage to provide for you, hm?" He's definitely trying to act like he's some information dealer and totally sound suggestive about his 'payment' too.