The Infernal Serpent

He's about to respond, some comment about the drinks always being available, before it sets in that it might be something other than a serious question. His head tilts to hide behind the brim of his hat, cheeks burning.

"Uh.." It takes the angel a moment to look up and then it is more at the room than Peter. There's a lot of options, too many. He shrugs to himself and is finally able to turn his gaze back to Peter. "Do something creatively entertaining with at least one other guest."

He's curious about the type of mischief his fellow speedster might be into causing, and to be honest there are infinite opportunities just in this room.