So either a demon or a human would do. Peter scratched the side of his head and then shoved some of his hair back behind his ear as he thought it over. When it was put that way, it almost made him think of vampires or something. Not that those were real, though... wait, hadn't he just been fighting off zombies a few nights ago? Maybe that was a better comparison.

Not that he was going to tell Heat that he was like a zombie, but it was similar.

The way the redhead tried to be so blunt and in-your-face about it was getting on Peter's nerves, but he tried not to let it show. With this new knowledge to work with, along with what Roland had told him about Heat, he couldn't judge him as harshly as he had before. He sighed and glanced at the man. "So that night when you tried to attack that girl... that was because of that hunger," he recalled.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea to bring it up again, but Peter wanted Heat to know that he hadn't forgotten. While he realized he had now become a victim of the same thing, he wanted to give Roland the benefit of the doubt. He wanted to assume that he had held back as much as he could have before giving in. In a way, Peter was glad that he was the one who'd been attacked, rather than some unconnected innocent.