I suspect that Peter is not a pepperoni kinda guy.
Cheese, yes; ketchup, almost certainly; pepperoni, I don't think so.
As well as your proclaimed lapdancing, I have photographic proof that you prance around in red miniskirts too.
I'm sure Ken will find that steamy, if not altogether hot.
Maybe he will IF you can guess his preferred pizza topping in a 3-guesses-fairy-tale-sort-of-Rumplestiltskin-way.
'Course to be true to the story you'd need somehow overhear him talking about his favourite topping and be prepared with that knowledge should he ever kidnap your first born and challenge you.