Neal offers him an innocent look: “Technically, I didn’t steal it, and anyway, I already gave it back – “ and Peter is about to give him a harsh and cutting speech, except it’s ruined when El grabs Neal’s head, strokes his thigh, bites his neck and moans: “Honey, I love his hair, can we keep him?” – and suddenly Peter’s mouth is dry, his pants feel tight and his lengthy lecture is reduced into just “Stupid, reckless conman” before he joins the two of them on the couch and forcefully plants his lips on Neal’s in a lustful kiss.