The jittering stilled. Shannon's fingers curled automatically, then he shifted his hand around to take Eli's in his own. It was obvious they were both nervous: this wasn't exactly dinner and a movie on the weekend. Or even their own version of dinner and the radio, or long talk involving current politics going down on the other side of the world. Shannon was pretty sure it would involve not a whole lot of talking on his own end, which was definitely going to be something different. Not that Shannon was a very loud person in general but he tended to have something to say about a whole lot of things.

"What I don't want?" Shannon tilted his head, gears beginning to spin as he considered numerous different scenarios. There were a lot of things he could be nervous to do, but nothing he would say was an outright no. Not with Eli in charge, anyway. Except... "Don't cover my ears. Or plug my nose. Or... anything like that."

Some people might have found sensory deprivation sexy or sensual or something sappy like that. Shannon figured it probably was. But he'd been living that life for as long as he had a life to live and adding to it did not sound like an interesting or fun thing to do. He could trust Eli with anything, but starting out somewhere that might seem like a natural course of action due to his own blindness was not where Shannon wanted to go. Perhaps that was defeating the purpose of the whole 'lack of a control' thing. Was it? There were plenty of other things to do, after all. Giving it a moment of further thought, he shrugged and added, "That's about it. Have your way with me, sir."