Peter was, thankfully, not completely confused, but only because of his previous online snooping. He looked around quietly at the sort of clothing he had never worn before in his life, trying to puzzle out what some of it was even for, when he heard Simon speak up. So he looked to the woman and gave that warm smile of his, though his mind was gobsmacked that Simon would just drop the 'sub' comment so effortlessly. "Pleasure," his voice as warm as his smile. He always did well with new people, all bright-eyed and innocent looking. It was hard not to like a face like that.

Just as surprised to hear 'Master' leave her tongue. So this was someone super into that sort of world. Was Simon... just as much into it? But if Peter hadn't dug into it, he wouldn't have known, so he was definitely uncertain.

New boy? That he wasn't sure what it mean, but he could pick up the idea of it, vaguely, and thus ended up blushing. "Ah, sorry, no. We're just here because I'm the last person to have any sort of clothes decent for clubbing so I asked for help."