Oh. That's- Peter's glad that despite his far too pale complexion he doesn't blush at this. He can't keep his lips from twitching into a smile that's a shade lascivious at the implication he thinks he gleams from those words. He takes the fruit, eyes locked to her's and in a moment of boldness, lightning quick licks at her fingertips.

Peter leans back with a cheeky expression and a little wink to make it a little more on the humorous side, chewing thoughtfully. After he swallows, he nudges the basket toward her. "I guess I can't complain if you're going to keep feeding me. But maybe you should fuel up yourself. I don't want to see you fainting on me later. It'd make for a really awkward conversation with the medical staff taking you there."