Sweeney’s tongue slides along his teeth, and he lifts one hand from Dorian’s shoulder. The blindfold it produces with a flick is far more than a band of silk. Soft leather lined in fleece, it’s clearly designed for this particular function, and it’s likely to offer complete obfuscation when on.

His smile renewed, he cocks his head to one side as he lifts it vaguely towards her.

“On?” The question seeks a clarification as to which of them is to complete the task.