Peter's hand flinched as his hand was touched by her's. He wanted to pull away, to distance himself and to figure things out on his own. That was the Peter Quill way. Don't get too close to anyone, so no one can hurt you... But her voice was quiet, and welcoming. And when she said that only the Guardians and Star-Lord could have done it (Not really her words, but he interpreted it like that). He gave a shrug and small smile, his hand unclenching the fist that he had. "Yeah, well... You know. We're kinda the best." He said gently, glancing up at her again. He unfolded his fist, and very knelt down beside her and very gently touched her jaw line, looking at her throat. 

"He won't do this ever again. Not to you... Not to anybody." Peter said quietly, careful not to touch a spot where she would be in pain. He removed his hand, and gave a nod. "So... Where are you going to go now that there's no one after you for once in a very long time?" Peter asked, looking up at her with a small smile. A part of him didn't want her to leave. He didn't know how long it would be until he saw her again, and his mind kept going back to when she was leaning on him and he was kissing her neck... It was weird. He could leave anyone he ever met and be fine, but he didn't think he was going to feel good at all when she leaves the Milano.