He didn't answer her right away, instead taking Sascha by the hips and turning her around, effectively spooning them together as they continued to move to the music. Without following his partner's gaze, Peter thought he knew exactly who she was referring to. Great. "Ah, well..." He dipped at the knees and keeping an arm around her waist, brought Sascha with him, "I think she thinks you are poaching on her territory."

Peter briefly debated his options then lifted his head from the crook of Sascha's neck--it was easier to murmur in her ear that way--to look at the angry blonde in question. "Oh, noooo...um, she goes to my church." Oh. No. It wasn't the girl Peter'd flirted with to get inside the club. It was Adele Congreve. The look on her face made it perfectly clear that Mr. Spectacular was still on her hit list. "She hates me."

He turned them around on the dance floor and after a bit of a step-ball-change shuffle of his feet, spun the petite girl in his arms so that she was facing him again. "A lot. We sort of dated for a while."