She murmurs and nods, not at all sleepy now. Ideas are forming in her head. While he's in the shower, she fumbles in the nightstand drawer for a pair of handcuffs and a few scarves.

When he emerges from the shower, she's resting in the middle of the bed, hands over her head, sheet up around her chin. Closer examination reveals that she's wearing a blindfold and her wrists are held by the padded handcuffs she brought back a few weeks ago.

She can't help but chew on her lower lip as she waits for him to take notice.