Peter took the shot, switching it to his other hand when a bit spilled over and a drop got on his fingers. He totally missed the possessive gesture (wouldn't have mind even if he had) in licking the drop off his index finger. The suggested toast actually got a laugh out of him and a better smile, thus he toasted and downed it- his eyes went wide at the powerful burn and he had to swallow in a hurry. A wine drinker, less good at shots. Cough. "Whoa!" Cough. Swallow a few dozen times, then another laugh. "I need to get better at this!"

He licked his lips, tasting cinnamon on them, before nodding. A tour would be nice, actually. "Show me around!" Upstairs... he wasn't sure what would happen when they crossed that treshhold, so he wasn't in a huge hurry to get in there, but it would come and he would handle it. Simon was confident. He needed to be, too.