That's alright, Peter's not really Seth's type. He's got the height but none of the bulk. And a bit too annoying, though he doesn't mind the crassness as much.

Seth scoots back a little to lean against one of the kitchen cupboards, closing his eyes for a moment. Searching himself, trying to sort out the powers still stored inside him. It's tricky when there's so many, he's always tried to only have a couple at the same time.

"I'm not sure," he answers eventually, opening his eyes again. "I think it was... Um.. What was it called? Intoxication swap, I think. I haven't had a chance to test it..."