Oh, he's not. He has fun and can be a very fun person.

[He chuckled, resuming his kisses along all that exposed skin. It wouldn't go any further, and Peter wasn't even aiming for it to. He was just a very tactile person. If he cared for someone or something, he touched. Held them. Wore a piece of it as jewelry.

He had the beginnings of a rather clumsy wooden pendent in his room from a small offshoot branch from his Apple tree as proof of that.

Plus, he was always a little fascinated by the marks that littered the man's skin.]

This is nice, my dearheart. It was a good idea, even if it is just this. My shoulder already feels better.