On one hand, he didn't have to see either of their faces. On the other, he was quick to question what in the world he was up to. Not that the answer wasn't obvious enough, but just how this was going to follow through was what concerned him.

"Undo this blindfold this instant--!" Its smell made things all the worse. The nicotine and tobacco stained their way into the silk, became one with the fabric... and it was constantly attacking his olfactory functions. Izaya tried to keep fighting, but was near ready to resign to his fate.

"Psyche, do something to help..."