Simon shrank, shoulders hunched and fists clenched back so that he exposed the insides of his wrists as he held them in front of his face. Not exactly a fearsome sight. He was about to hyperventilate, tense from head to toe as Pan's head bobbed right over his... distressed crotch and spoke to it. He actually whimpered softly before speaking in a small, boyish voice. "Please go away."
It didn't seem like Pan had heard him at all or, if he did, he didn't care. The color that had since escaped Simon's face came back with a vengeance when Pan offered himself up to be ogled, in bright swathes of pink and red and damn near purple. He then watched with disbelief as the little spectacle unfolded right before his eyes. He winced at the loud slap and blinked at the stunned Pan, a part of him wishing he had been that brave, and half as decisive. It seemed his body hadn't quite made up its mind about this whole affair.
"You are clearly insane. L-look, I don't want any trouble," Simon replied in an uncertain yet perfectly sensible voice.