Peter is clearly enjoying the attention of his new companion. If his hand resting idly on her bare ass isn't indication enough, the tent in his loose hunting pants should certainly drive the point home. Upon his kitty's return, he decides to ignore her frustration and placate her with a gold for bringing the meal. After convincing the feline servant to sit at his other side, he graciously accepts her offer to feed him manually.<strong>"By all means, do."</strong>His pants are easy enough to open up, provided either of them has ever seen a zipper before, and his rigid member struggles with all it has against the fly of the plain boxers beneath.