Huh. Maybe it ain’t bad to have some lamb on the menu from time to time.

Sweeney’s eyes dart to her, and he takes a drag. He pinches the cigarette and holds it just far enough from his lips that the accompanying raise of his brow implies an offer, should she want to take one off of it for herself. His voice is soft.

“Ya want the rest of it now, or ya wanna play some first?” His gaze dips to the rope in fresh question. There’s no rush if she wants to take her time, but there are a lot of options, and he doesn’t want her to feel like he’s pushing in any particular direction. He’s confident he’ll get what he wants, in the end.