Simon wouldn't make poor Peter wait. He wasn't going to draw it out. All he did was dig out some take out menus, pour them both some water, grab some wine and join Peter on the sofa. Leather and vinyl against leather sounded interesting, comfortable and warm. Skins touching.

"I usually go for Chinese after the club but we did that already. So you pick. He handed the menus and the water to Peter. "And after we call it in, I want you to tell me what you thought. And how you feel. And ask the questions you've been too embarrassed to ask. We can go from there."