Really? Stop growling? Peter and his wolf are in agreement as he rolls his eyes.

"I know! You don't think I don't--aagghhh--" he's got to get his jacket and shirt off, he likes this jacket and shirt--the table bounces as he backs up into it. This is terrible, he was about to not have a friend anymore because his stupid wolf was stupidly too excitable--

"A room--get me to a room n' lock it--" his words were more garbled now, he's thrown his jacket and shirt off and is trying to get down to his boxers, sorry Flynn--