That was probably for the best. Considering Eli wanted Shannon in the state of mind where he leaned instinctively on his Dom, giving him something so complicated to think about would only be counterintuitive to reaching the point where their scene could really begin. Shannon gave a huff of amusement. "Too bad it's never been on my to-do list before," he replied. Color had little meaning to him aside from the intellectual, but he knew well enough that blue eyes tended to get more attention than the more common brown. Funny how Shannon got the better deal on something he would never really use.

There was a moment where Shannon did not move, simply breathing. Then he slowly brought his hands forward again and continued what he had been doing with the jacket, feeling it out and trying to fill his hands with the texture before he was going to end up having no use of his hands for however long they kept at it. Of course, if Eli deemed that inappropriate, he would submit to that. With Eli working at his pants, Shannon merely waited until any signal that he should move to cooperate, now a bit wary of making too presumptuous a move. "Because I messed up," he surmised in response to the binding.