Pete was going to protest that he resented the implication that he was a bottom. Before he could, however, he realized that he...didn't.
"Takes one to know one," he said cheerfully, and shoved his hands into his pockets. There was a lizard firmly established on the soft underside of the lion's paw, and some sort of toucan cautiously nodding its beak towards the lion's ear. "And I think it'll be fine? Might even help. If he can roar every time I'm frustrated with them, I imagine it'll keep them firmly in line."
He pried a hand out of one of his tiny, tight pockets, and put it on William's shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. "Will be fine. Big heavy doors."