"Now why would I do anything like that, dear heart?" Simon asked, sounding wounded. "I've just got a bit of a surprise for you, is all."
His hands, when brought forward, held a strip of black cloth, which he wound about the other man's eyes twice before tying it off neatly at the back of his head and very gently kissing the nape of his neck where the ends trailed down. Then Simon placed his hands on Roger's shoulders and led him through a neat 180.