No time for my games?

[peter says slowly in disbelief, eyebrows rising in the same sort of sedate pace that his words fall from his mouth. he brings one hand up to press against his chest where his heart might lie.]

That hurts me Tinkerbell, it really does. I'd almost think you weren't happy to see me.

[his eyes narrow slightly.] Which is a bit silly, don't you think? After all, if we're truly trapped here, who better to set you free?