Peter should take a walk

'Samus' stopped her movement entirely, setting the clipboard down on the edge of the display table with a decisive thwack. She turned fully toward him, planting her hands on her hips. The feminine silhouette was striking, but the authority in that deep, masculine voice was pure father.

"First of all," 'Samus' said, her eyes narrowing playfully as she looked him up and down, "don't be so dramatic. You're making a scene without even moving an inch."

She stepped closer, leaning in until the scent of her—a mix of something floral but tempered by his father's familiar musk—filled Peter's senses. It was an intoxicating, confusing cocktail that made his head swim.

"Second," 'Samus' continued, her voice dropping to a more serious, albeit still teasing, register. "Let’s get one thing straight. Just because I look like this doesn't mean the rules have changed. I am still your father in every way that matters, and frankly, having me 'helping you' with your hardware would be the most scandalous thing at this entire expo! It would be a legal nightmare and quite frankly... a little too weird, don't you think?"

She reached out, giving his shoulder a firm, grounding pat—a gesture of fatherly affection delivered through the hands of a beautiful woman. The contact sent a jolt of electricity straight to Peter’s groin, making him wince as he fought to keep himself from reacting visibly.

"Besides," 'Samus' added, her smirk returning as she gestured toward the bustling aisles beyond their booth. "There are thousands of people here today. Caring for your sexual urges would be very hard to pull off."

She leaned in one last time, her voice a conspiratorial rumble.

"Why don't you take a little walk around the expo? Go find some fresh air—or a fresh distraction. Take a lap, clear your head, and get your 'rod' under control before you embarrass us both in front of the visitors."

She winked, a gesture that was entirely too much for Peter to handle, and turned back to the display to greet a new group of curious onlookers.

Peter stood there for a moment, his breath coming in shallow hitches. The idea of leaving 'Samus' was supposed to be a relief, but the thought of walking away from her—of leaving that tempting, mocking presence behind—felt like a different kind of torture. Still, he knew he couldn't stay here and keep pretending his pants weren't about to burst. He needed to move.

And so, he started to wander around the expo...