Meto had torn off his blindfold during the time he'd hand one hand free. He growls in protest as she cuffed his hands in the handcuffs once more. Tighter this time. It made him wince with how tight it was. He glares at her when she turned him to face him. Shivering as he realized her skin was cool almost cold to the touch. Staring at her in confusion. How was she cool almost cold to the touch? How was that even possible? He mutters a go jump off a high cliff onto sharp pointy rocks...towards her.<br/><br/>He glares at her. He was one of those rare people who had the unfortunateness and great fortune to be impossible to get bored with. As you could never predict or know what to expect next from him. He hoped that his luck wouldn't have her staying interested in him so long. He glares at her with firey defience. Not liking the calculating look in her eyes and on her expression. His eyes saying so now what?