The list Charles had given him did ring some familiar bells. He'd done pet play before and enjoyed the head space. But he was happy enough just pleasing his Sir. Sounding was always something he wanted to try, but he'd never found someone experienced enough to try it with. Maybe Charles would be the first for many experiments. Bondage wasn't new for him either, but he didn't want to rush into things.<br/><br/>When Charles didn't show after a few minuets he went back into his bedroom and fixed up a little spreadsheet of his own on his laptop. He was a bit of a masochist and had done some blood play too. But he wasn't going to give too much away. He wanted to see what Charles would do on his own. There was something he loved about the sting of a hand. But that was enough for tonight. So he went to bed, kicked off his boxers, took out his contanct lenses and set them aside before he snuggled down under his covers... But his sleep was interrupted too soon. His alarm hadn't sounded yet and Charles was already disturbing him. He shifted under the covers and let out a small grumble as he glanced at the clock with a huff. "Half an hour" he said flopping back down against the mattress. "It isn't time yet" he didn't want to move from the warmth of his covers so he tried to grip onto them with his fingers and linked the blankets between his legs. It might've been early in the days, but Caden was always bad at getting out of bed in the morning and Charles did seem like he was in an amused mood this morning so he was wanting to put that mood to the test. But the smell of the food Charles had prepared did  compliment his noise.<br/><br/>"Am I allowed to eat in bed? Or do I need to get up?" he asked from under the sheets. "Work doesn't start till nine so we have plenty of time... You can eat here too?" But something made his brain start to panic. Charles had prepared breakfast which meant he'd been in the fridge and seen all his soy products... Did he know? "Coffee? Did you bring your master a coffee?" he asked peaking up from under the covers to try read Charles' expression. If he seemed okay he'd slowly make his way to his closet.