That pleading look. He couldn't stand that pleading look. As her hands pressed against his chest he flinched a little but didn't leave her gaze. As she whispered and whimpered at him he listened. Something painful happened to her, this much was obvious to him, but what he wasn't quite sure. He pictured another man in this sweet one's life... a man with a taste for nicotine and alcohol.. Did he hurt her? The idea of any hand but his own landing anywhere on her body sent his heart ablaze. He could and would kill. There would be no hesitation in his voice. The way her eyes starred up at him, seeming to swirl with all the unshed tears that she had yet to cry, it made his chest wrench. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small mint, showed it to her and popped it into his mouth. "Stay." He said firmly as he walked back into the kitchen, roughly shoved the bottle back into it's place. He also grabbed the half-smoked carton of cigarettes on the counter, held it up enough for her to see them before putting it next to the whiskey. Without so much as a blink he grabbed a key hanging on the side of the wall and locked it up.

"Alright, Shay. I'll play your game if you play mine. You need it obviously." He stood back up and made his way back to her. Without hesitating, though he know later he'd be screaming for his smokes, he placed the key into her hand. Leander's hand lingered over hers for a moment before he let go. He glanced at his coffee table and with one easy push of his foot slid it out of the way against a wall. Scarf still in hand he easily pulled it over Shay's eyes, expertly knotting and checking it. "You are not to touch that at all, understood?" Pacing around her for a moment he nodded as he felt satisfied with the work. Fides could have done with so much more than just a simple blindfold. Chains, ties... However, he did his best to push out the thoughts of his dead lover for the moment. The point of this game was to live in the moment. There was not to be a past, a present or a future. It was an escape from time. There was only this second, this moment, this now.

"This is a trust game. You are to do exactly what I tell you when I tell you. If you don't I will be mad," he warned sternly. "If at any time you absolutely want to stop you are to use the word 'Star'. Do not whisper it because I won't be able to hear. Yell it. Don't bother with 'No' or 'Stop'. Those words don't matter here." Leander walked away and over to an iPod resting just nearby plugged into a speaker system. "The point is for you not to think so hard. I'm going to play some music, but trust me... I'll be able to hear every little sound you make. I do not want you to see, I do not want you hearing anything but my voice and this music. Not even your own thoughts. Now put away your key, Pretty Shay."

He couldn't help but grin to himself as he looked her up and down once. This would be a good game for her... Sensory depravation was just the sort of thing that someone who lived too much in their head needed. Someone like Shay. With a flick of a button the music began to play, an energetic tune but with darker lyrics. Lyrics that was so fitting for them both. He cranked up the music loudly as the song began, he walked back over. He wanted nothing but this song and his words in her head. There was no room for anything else. Still not touching her he leaned over and whispered quietly into her ear. "Ready to play?