"Suppose you can't give a full salute," Sweeney agrees, his gaze flicking down briefly. Not that it really matters, he figures, because there are replacements for dicks if Vasquez really wants to do the things one needs a cock for. Besides, although Sweeney hasn't exactly had any experience in a woman's body himself, he's been with enough to know they can feel things men can't even hope to feel and he's pretty sure Vasquez might not miss his dick much in that scenario.

"It's your flat, darlin'," he answers when Vasquez brings up drinking. Instead of responding to the comment about kissing him better, which he'd truly have no problem with at all. The thought of Vasquez's pretty mouth taking care of him is nearly enough to make him immediately hard and it's only through very determined concentration that he's not giving his own full salute right then and there. "You bring me the booze, you can be sure as fuck I'll be drinkin' it."