Peter just laughs, entwines their fingers together. Harry's a dork, but he's Peter's dork, and Harry's brand of charm has grown on Peter exponentially. Also, pfft, if Peter could make Harry blush enough that he passed out from lack of blood circulation Peter would be impressed with himself. And then start administering CPR, probably. "Never, Har." Peter snorts and kisses just behind Harry's ear, thumb rubbing gentle circles into Harry's hand. "Well aren't you just a regular public servant."

There's something about the way Harry's touching him that registers as odd in the back of Peter's brain, but only vaguely. He tilts gently into the wandering fingers, eyes searching Harry's face for a long moment. Whatever he finds doesn't seem to alarm him, at least. "Tell that to my vaccination assistants, for the love of God."

Peter grants that admission with a full, on-the-mouth kiss. Okay, maybe he said no to the morning breath but there's only so long Peter can be expected to hold back when Harry is saying sweet things like that to him. Seriously, what's gotten into his husband? He pulls back with a light swipe of his tongue against Harry's bottom lip, thumb resting on Harry's chin. Peter chuckles softly, shaking his head at Harry's futile protests. "You're a total dork, you know that?"

"Hey! How many years have you been dragging me to this crap? I've learned a thing or two. Besides, more people dislike you than me. All I have to do is tell them it'll spite you." Peter teases, shivering pleasantly at the fingers running down his spine. "Absolutely. What do you think this is, second-rate Thor?"

"Come on," Peter tugs at Harry's hand, pulling back just enough to nod to the door. "Let's survey the damage so I can claim my sandwich. I really do have errands to run, especially if we're leaving Monday."