There's a quick kiss in answer, but he stretches back enough to look down at her. His grin is wicked.

"Same place I found this." With a flick of his wrist, a mass of thin leather straps, silver rings, and buckles swings from his hand.

"This is fer ya too." Upon further inspection, it becomes obvious it's a harness that can hold the quartz. Before he lets her take it, he's quick to make a note, his eyes narrow in warning.

"Neither of 'em are fer me."

No matter what Trixie recommends, Sweeney isn't looking to get fucked in the ass.