John strutted out of the lift. "Listen, you want me, you got me, but you leave my mind alone. Dealing with those headaches was a bitch, and I don't want to have to deal with that again. I can be your pet, I'll behave. Hell, there's some tasty morsels floating around my mind that I'll give you that you'll just love. But no fuckin' headaches, okay? You can do what you like with my body, but mind stuff is on MY terms okay? If you want a pet who can keep it together enough to serve intelligently that is. I'm no one's doormat. You said this was mutual? Well prove it. Or I just leave now, room or no room. I'm not in the mood for being dicked about."
Once John was finished saying his piece, he took a deep breath, shored up his mental defences tight as they could go, and centered himself. He dropped to his knees, head bowed, hands on his knees, proving his point.