Peter frowned at the thought she had. It had been fifty years in her world since he last fell in love. Now he was falling in love and wanted this one to last. "You don't believe me." Peter sighed, wrapping his arms protectively around her. He felt hurt that she didn't believe him.
Peter felt her words like a stab in the chest. "If you think you're a toy like Wendy... Let me tell you how I would treat a toy. I couldn't care less if the mermaids had drowned Wendy. I would have gotten someone to replace her. But you... I will never let you near them. I fought Captin Hook to charm and impress Wendy, Tigerlilly, and the other "toys" I've charmed. Even though it risked him hurting them. I would make sure you stayed safe and away from Captin Hook. Last night, if you were any other girl... If I thought of you as a 'toy'... I would not have been patient. I would not have checked, or double checked, or triple check to make sure you were okay with it. I would have just had my way with you. But I didn't. I respected you. I would do so much more for you than any other girl." Peter explained, trying not to raise her voice. He kept his voice calm and clear so she would understand. "I only loved Wendy a little more than the other girls. It's nothing, less than nothing in fact. Compared to how I feel about you." He told her very clearly.
"I wish there was something I could do to make you happy... If you were my toy... I wouldn't have to care. It'd be so easy... To do what I want with you... No matter how much you fought it I would weaken you. I would make you want it. Then when the girl starts rebelling and rejecting me I send her home. Yet I can't bring myself to do that to you. I can't bear to see you cry... I wouldn't be able to bare seeing you hate me... I would... Er... I will feel broken, having to send you back." Peter continued, staring into space. He corrected himself when he said would that last time. He wanted to assure her that he would respect that she wanted to go home. "It will hurt me to see you leave... But if that's what makes you happy and keeps you from hating me... I guess I have no choice." He sighed.
Peter saw her fear and frowned. "Do you love me?" Peter asked, walking closer to her. Her fear was like hot needles in his skin. Her body language said she was afraid of him. The last thing he wanted...
Peter sighed. "Fine. I'll... I'll leave you alone so you can have some space to think." He told her. He would fly out, but he couldn't think of any happy thoughts. So he walked out and headed deeper into the forest.
(Well, if she keeps hurting him he might decide that love is too difficult and treat her like a toy instead. Only, since he loves her, he would keep her forever.)
Peter paced, trying to clear his own mind. How could he make her love him like she did last night? Why did she love him last night but not today? What did he do wrong? Peter growled in pain, throwing spears into the trees from anger.