He had no idea how her people could worship something like a raccoon... He knew that Egyptians worshiped Cats, but that was a different story. He kept his lips on her neck as she talked, her voice was right next to his ear, so it sent shivers down his spine. At this moment, he would do anything for her. If that meant not insult Rocket for a while he wouldn't hesitate. "Alright... but if he starts calling me names I will not back down..." He said with a hint of fake warning in his voice.

"Rocket tried to use my wine to flirt with you?" Quill asked, a bit angry at him. But his anger soon died out with her last comment. Peter raised his eyebrows, turning his head a bit to look at her. "What exactly is your type, if I may ask?" He asked, dragging out the last bit of that as well, curious as to how she would answer this. He knew he wasn't the classiest guy, or the most noble... but he was getting there, right? He really really wanted to be her type, especially when he was holding her like this.