[ It's strange, even Newton's way of moving feels off. He is a loud man, both in voice and in personality. Peter has always liked that. But now, even as he understandably moves to avoid the hit, Newt's subsequent reactions carry less panic than Peter would have expected. ]

Me? Oh, no, never. [ Peter answers, as deadpan as possible. Stall for time? Cause a distraction or try to get Newton to talk until others can reach them as well? Would Peter do that? Why, yes, absolutely. Right now, he's not much in the mood for playing, but this is an old routine.

His eyes are trained on Newt most of the time, quickly shifting between his hand and his face. If they keep eye contact, then maybe the other man might not pay that much attention to Peter's own left hand where he is holding the energy bolas, ready to throw them at the first opportunity. But he also wants answers first, and what he gets only makes his blood boil further. ]

Oh, do you want a list? I'm plenty likable and charming, I've been told. [ Peter smiles, but there's no warmth behind the gesture. ] My taste in music is flawless. You used to like it too, discussing rock bands with me. I also have great aim.

[ Peter raises his hand to aim his blaster at Newton's head as he says the last bit, but instead of firing, he follows the movement by quickly swinging his other arm and throwing the energy bolas towards Newton's torso. ]