[If it makes any difference - he is listening. It’s not like Peter can’t get a morally gray situation. Sometimes things aren’t so clear-cut; if he thought otherwise, he wouldn’t have tried to befriend the guy he knew was a criminal back home. So yeah, he hears him. But it doesn’t win him over, not now, not here, after that mess.]

You maybe should have practiced that speech before you wailed on me.

... See you around, Mr. Barnes. Hopefully not like that again.

[He thwips a web to the highest branch, and catapults himself into a swing over and through the tree line.

Oh, he’ll be back to walk that dog. You’re not rid of him. Unfortunately.]