"Christ's blood, lad, tell me you're taking the piss with that good girl shit," Sweeney says with a snort as he adjusts himself on the bed, then reaches for his cigarettes again. His balls ache and he puts one hand between his legs to cup them gingerly, knowing Vasquez hasn't done any permanent damage if Laura had been unable to, but they're tender and his cool hand makes them feel a little better.

Reluctantly he lets go to light his cigarette, then blows smoke into the air and watches Vasquez look at himself in the mirror. He's still tall like this, still good looking, and Mad Sweeney knows this could be a hell of a lot worse.

"You got a problem with women?" he asks with a smirk, taking another drag of his cigarette. "Ain't a damn thing you can't do in this body that you did before."