Then the guy was right there in his face. Jaw twitching, Sweeney watched the kid evenly. And maybe he was getting soft in his ways, but he didn't straight away haul off and punch the guy's face in.. Yet.
When Sweeney spoke again, his voice was flat, all mirth and sarcasm gone from it. "I'd be watching myself, boyo."
A very big part of him hoped the guy wouldn't heed the words and he'd get to punch his teeth in. There was an awful lot of rage that a monthly Fight Night couldn't satiate.