Making that directed left, Peter sighs and steps a couple feet apart from Cameron as another pair of people walk right on through. Funny how some of the general public seems to think you will always get out of their way. Peter would rather not but in the City of all places it's better to just go with the path of least resistance in these things. Use that pride for a day when an army camps outside his door or something. Stepping to her side again he pauses only a moment before speaking.

"What sorts of expectations do you mean?" he asks and then adds, a bit apologetic, "You don't have to answer that, if you'd prefer not to." He's curious but he doesn't mean to pry. Peter is generally not the type to do so unless it concerns Lucy or Susan and the word 'date', but Cameron is an exception in several departments. He'd rather not intrude on thoughts she wants to keep mostly to herself.