Bobby swallowed, glancing over at the stick in John's hand like it might transform into a venomous snake at any moment. "So...you, uh, like this stuff, huh?" he asked weakly, telling himself that there was nothing wrong with being a little open-minded. He'd never done any of that sort of thing, so how did he know for sure he wouldn't like it? Even if the thought of being tied up and hit turned his stomach into knots. "I mean..." he shrugged helplessly, "I guess we could try some of it sometime." He forced his gaze from the crop up to John's face, then forced a small smile for his benefit. "If you want that." If you need that.