Pyotr doesn't want to fight Daniil, he'll avoid it for as long as he can, but when the man needles him right in the sore spots like that...

"Wow," he says gruffly. "And how exactly can you bear to say such things to me, Daniil Dankovsky? You know which hopes I pinned on my rose -- or did you go and forget that conversation too?"

He glares spitefully into his drink. "There will be no more miracles from me," he murmurs. "I have no wish to be the death of anything precious to this world."