Claire's gaze flickered down to his collarbone when she found it hard to meet his eyes. Somehow it bothered her to hear the hundred year mark and she couldn't stop herself from thinking of the dark future that Peter had warned her about. It was something she hadn't really talked about with anyone else though she wondered if more and more glimpses of that possibility were still there. Even if supposedly the events leading to then had changed.

Maybe that was a fate she couldn't escape.

"Oh yeah?" She asked once the moment passed and she could look at him again, smirking. "And just how are you going to do that? Storm into my place and drag me out every chance you get?"