[With business on the first floor settled, Tate's headed up - taking the stairs two at a time in bare feet and shrugging off his over-shirt along the way. When he stands by the foot of his bed - still a mattress sitting on the ground - he's just in a clinging t-shirt and jeans, hair pushed back from his eyes as he looks silently at Derek for a moment. Gears are turning behind his eyes, and he's... strategizing, you could say.]

You've got to do a few things - we can even double up? Bondage and toys at the same time kind of deal. That's what you've gotta do, right? I mean there's time frames...

[He pulls the citations from his back pocket, flipping through them lazily.]

Three hours of being available for oral, too. Doesn't specify giving, so. You're kinda in luck.