He rose, setting his wine glass down and followed Fetish into her room. To him the residual presence of Abaddon felt cold, like a slight tingle but not quite a chill. It was bearable, and not entirely uncomfortable. He didn't say anything about it, just slid his hands in the pockets of his jeans while he watched her shuffle around in her closet.
His eyes widened slightly at the sight of the flogger, reaching a hand out to touch the end of it, the smooth hair and bits of braided leather and silk. Then his other hand came up to join the first as he took it from her, fingers tracing over it from end to end. "It feels wonderful," he said softly, wondering how the sting against skin would feel. His cheeks warmed slightly at the thought. Before he was able to respond, she'd slid the tie around his eyes.
"Oh-" Sebastian breathed, hand coming up and touching the silk. He could only imagine how much trust he'd have to have, not being able to see. And the anticipation of not knowing what was happening. He hated closing his eyes for anything and this... "I think I'd like it," he answered. He liked how it made him feel almost helpless.