"Do you know the sort of life style I prefer to live?" Maybe he shouldn't begin this now. Not with his hands on Peter's face as he smudged the kohl around his eyes to perfect imperfection. It really brought them out, just like they did to Judas'.

Simon knew he wasn't being fair right now. He knew he was playing rotten, sitting literally on Peter to keep him still.

"Or what I need in any partner I take?"