Peter sighed. He really wished Deirdre hadn't noticed. He had enough hair, shouldn't it cover the wound! His hair had failed him!

"Uhm...Pierre rang me when he didn't find me in the car to tell me I could come back inside and I didn't answer the phone, obviously. He followed the sound of the ringing. And he did a very silly thing, but it caught the demon off guard long enough for us to get away."

"Fuck." Deirdre whispered. "Did...did anything else happen, did the demon do anything else?"

Peter bit his lip. "There may have been a knife involved, but...the wound is gone now."

Deirdre frowned. If the wound had disappeared, that meant that it was life threatening. That meant that if Peter wasn't immortal, she would have sent him to his death by kicking him out.

"Deirdre, this isn't your fault." Peter said, practically reading her mind. "Not in the least. Let's just eat?"