[His thigh twitches and he squirms slightly, but he doesn't pull away from her foot or slide ahead any further. The only other sign of it getting to him is how tightly he clutches his fork and the fact that he's stopped moving it.]

There are things to be done here this morning...

[Not really, and if there were, Pietro could clean the entire apartment in two minutes. The "we have chores to do" ploy is completely nonsensical for him to use. His gaze drifts over to the sun-catcher.]

And you need to find somewhere to hang that before it gets broken. I think maybe the bedroom.