Brave, maybe not so much. Eager and into the man teasing him, absolutely. "Hot? I think all that fan appreciation melted your brain. I'm the cute and earnest one, remember?" Not that he wasn't also the flattered and smug one, being called hot by the current object of his desire.

Peter trailed Rory into the apartment, smiling at the mood music and quirking his eyebrows over it at the same time. Someone was serious, wasn't he? Peter let his hand pass over the small of the other's back, fingers walking up that long length of spine. "What do they say about rock stars, that they're mad, bad and dangerous to know?"