Peter slipped into the offered seat without hesitation, though he did find himself shrugging a little at the question. "Well enough," he said, quirking a small smile. "It feels wrong to say, considering, but there are times I wish I had more to do. This place isn't exactly London." And he didn't miss the horrible things people could do to one another or the ethically-challenged practitioner occasionally trying to blow him up, but there was only so much time he could spend sitting at a desk waiting.

But he hadn't come just to whinge about his job to Alex. "What about you, then? You seem to be keeping busy." It wasn't quite innuendo, even if his smile had taken on a hint of mischief. He hadn't really had a chance to speak with her ever since the lanky bloke she seemed fond of had turned up, which meant he had quite a few comments stored away by that point.