I fucking hope so. Wild thing, indeed.

For a moment, he can't help but muse what it would be like for such a poncy prick to try to run wild with them. Fuck, how glorious. She'd see him through his paces. But he will settle for her smile and her want.

When Dorian tests the hold, Sweeney doesn't press harder, he just doesn't yield an inch. His focus remains on Annie, a small smile of his own tucked up neatly as he offers a faint tip of his head in encouragement. He's ready to stay as he is until she wants him to be doing something else.

For the time being, that is.