[He arches an eyebrow at the question, briefly casting an eye to the thinning foot traffic of people heading to get food before the game. He was thinking this was going to be more fun, and so he grins, looks at Peter and laughs softly. Roman's always been sexual, inviting; the way that Peter looks at him just makes him ache for it.]
I'm not that sort of girl, you know.
[ It's teasing, and he's grinning because, yeah, maybe he is. Peter pushes him, makes him twist and arch and beg. Peter says filthy things and makes him feel soft and pretty and kind of like a slut, but he likes it.]
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I'm not that sort of girl, you know.
[ It's teasing, and he's grinning because, yeah, maybe he is. Peter pushes him, makes him twist and arch and beg. Peter says filthy things and makes him feel soft and pretty and kind of like a slut, but he likes it.]
So, either guess or try and find out.