There might have been a bit of temper under his skin, but Peter was mostly a trusting soul. Simon climbing into bed only started to rouse him, making him stretch out against Simon as lithe as a cat before settling back down, breathing in slow. The scent, though, clued him in as his mind started to wake enough to put two and two together.

"Simon?" A sleepy murmur, his hand coming up and sliding along an arm before he just put his head back to the pillow and made himself comfortable. Oh... this was nice. Warm. There was no where to immediately need to go and Simon felt oh-so-nice behind him. ...No rush, right?