"Bet you have stolen a lot of hearts too." Peter chuckles. He didn't try to prevent Azazael from stealing his shirt. It felt a little comforting for someone to touch him at a speed he is more familiar with. His blush deep enough to flush on his now exposed chest.

He is a speedster, so his body is thin, but toned athletically.

"Going to ask me in return?" He sticks out his hand for his shirt back.