And John was all too happy to talk about himself. He dropped the crop back in the box, clearly comfortable with it in an almost offhand manner, like it was just another everyday household object, and leaned back a little on the bed, palms flat and fingers splayed behind him. "I fucked around," he said, simply. "And there was this girl who liked being tied up, so I tried it, and then there was this guy who liked being spanked, and I kind of...got a reputation for being kind but not nice. Or maybe it was for being nice but kind." Another shrug. "Anyway, people found that I was happy to do stuff, and I didn't really mind being...mean, if people wanted me to." Because of course a part of him had worn that like a badge of pride, but he'd always been very clear and careful with consent. People had to know what they were getting into, and they had to set boundaries. He didn't play around with any fools.