Poison accepted the blindfold and took a moment, then eased back onto the bed more. He paused to kick his boots off. "Something between the first thing you offered and the last," he said, by way of making any kind of request. The blindfold helped, weirdly, take an edge off. He closed his eyes under it.

He waited a breath, let his mind wander further away. What was he doing?

"How was your day?" he asked.