The rope digs into his knee unpleasantly, but it's no deterrent. Sweeney swivels to the side, his calf pressing against Dorian's shoulder. The tight grip in the man's hair doesn't lessen, and it pulls his head to the side as the hand on his shoulder darts to Dorian's throat.

The length of it wraps around easily, but he makes no attempt to cut off his air. Instead, his thumb and forefinger catch roughly under his jaw and shove up, forcing Dorian's chin to lift even as weight presses the rest of him towards the floor.

Sweeney looks down his nose at the man before snapping his focus to Annie. His eyes are hungry, and his lips curl.

"Le do thoil, Trioblóid. Lig dom é a ghortú." He looks back down to Dorian as his smile spreads.

"Let me show him my...experience."