[ Listen it would be valid to assume Peter is lying but it's not so clear cut when you come from a world were extremely normal lemons can be the deadliest bombs. ]

You could really kill a man with that! Several men, in fact.

[ A floating and detached hand takes hold of the pot Peter just caught so frantically. The very same hand pulls the piece of pottery from Peter's palm and into nothingness. It reappears a few feet away only to be placed upon the top of a table. ]

[ Such a benignly talkative man. He's making a note here. Perhaps he won't have to talk about himself very much at all if he keeps engaging Peter in questions about gadgets. Without taking even a moment to acknowledge the way he vanished the plant so obviously Gogol continues talking. ]

Are you a assassin? Fess up now, Mister Star-lord, do you kill people for a living?