Roger rolled his eyes; it's not like Simon could see, with his eyes covered. "How many fingers am *I* holding up," he replied drolly, awkwardly aiming the V at Simon without any malice behind it at all.
Simon at his back, his eyes covered, Roger found himself focusing more on the non-visual around him for clues. He could hear their breathing, the sound of traffic outside; he could smell Simon's aftershave, and tobacco smoke lingering. "This surprise isn't some sort of toy, is it? Because really, Simon, this is fairly kinky -"