Peter's enthusiasm was cute, at the very least. Peter would probably be ripped apart the moment he tried to step to any of the goons Her Imperious Bitchiness sent after Tyzias--there was a reason why she never actually fought a straight fight with those clowns, she'd be dead in seconds--but hey, at least he had guts. Unlike her.

Tyzias looks Peter directly in the eye. "Not that I don't appreciate the offer, but if you see anybody with the Condescension? Just fuckin' run. Shit, I can barely take down just one of their lower-ranked goons in a straight fight, let alone the half dozen of 'em that they usually send. And when I have to tangle with somebody serious... yeah, it never turns out pretty for me." Tyzias shivers, some of her newer scars twinging with pain.