Judas wasn't here to laugh and Simon would never laugh at Peter. "It's a little of both," he said honestly. "You have your own life, your own job. Your own a schedule. But you'll ask me before you do anything that lays outside of that. JC's desires go first. But if you want to go to dinner with James and John? You'd have to ask me. If I wanted you to skip lunch, you would do it. That's called deference. It's about yielding. It's about respect. Being with me will mean that I make the majority of your decisions. Will you get a say? Absolutely. We can discuss anything you want to. In private. Never question me in front of snyone unless you need clarification. You wouldn't call me anything but Simon in public though. You wouldn't kneel for me. And I would never tell you to do anything publically embarrassing for you unless we were in a safe space. All of that is up for negotiation though."

Simon moved to the bathroom to wash his hands and apply hairspray as best he could without hitting Peter, just in case the kid decided to follow him, before he returned to do up his zipper and the back of the tight collar.

"We would start slow. I don't expect you to be perfect immediately. Discomfort should never be emotional, just physical." Maybe that wouldn't give Peter all the confidence in the world though. Simon would obviously want to cause him physical pain at some point. He wasn't exactly a sadist, but controlling pain and pleasure and comfort were all things he wanted.