I love how your fic is about a hooker, and yet it still makes me feel all fluffy inside (at least, this chapter does). I think maybe I'm spending too much time on the internet XD

"“Bull,” Claude whispers, grasping his free hand and kissing it. “You’re Peter.”" FABULOUS, dahling.

Um, Peter should probably give up whoring, get tested for venereal diseases, and come live off of Claude.