He nods in confirmation, lifting his other hand off Dorian’s shoulder and sinking it into his hair. With a quick clench and twist, he yanks the man up by it long enough to shove his other knee behind him to support his back in an inclined position.

Sweeney releases him and makes quick work of seeing the blindfold securely fastened. His grip returns to his hair, holding Dorian up to remove his knee and set him back down.

“Course.” He slips his hand back into his trouser pocket, producing the bottle and handing it to her.