Oh, this piece of shit. If Sweeney wasn't already feeling ire at Dorian, he sure as fuck is now.

Sweeney draws back with her lip trapped between his teeth, firm enough to stretch it, but not so rough as to hurt her. He arches a brow and releases it.

"If ya like." He offers a small roll of his eyes. "Though I already know that ya had a right ta be pissed. That cunt lives ta rub folk the wrong way." He pauses, then tips his head in concession.

"Though I s'ppose fer Godric, it's just the right way."

He glances down unnecessarily as his hand lowers and twists to run up the inside of her thigh. It stops short of the prize, obviously, given he's in the way, but nevertheless, his intent is genuinely wicked.

"Too bad fer him I ain't interested in his knob."