"Romantic asexual," Simon corrected slightly. "I had a client that just wanted to be whipped and then held. She said she never got aroused and wasn't interested in even trying to get that way. Like she wasn't interested in anything else. But she had a girlfriend and they cuddled and held hands and did the normal things people do. Without the sex."

He let thick arms hang over the lip of the tub before bracing himself to crawl forward onto Judas, sitting down in his lap and on his own heels. "So. You're going to see if that's what he wants from you? Or if he's just afraid you're going to wander off?" He pushed some wet-ended dreds over Judas' shoulder, leaning in to kiss him. It was sweeter than Simon usually liked, his embrace less fleeting than usual. "Because that's cute... I just pictured him more with Peter doing that."