"Well it ain't as if they'll suck themselves now, is it? If it's a real job you want, Inspector, for starters you might try looking for the murderer. Us rats can look after ourselves, we can."
Nell could smell the liquor on him, could see the foul temper he was in, but that defiant urge to give back as good as she got overrode caution, although she did take a step back under the force of his glare.
"Or you could always have a change of career. Invent the world's first self-sucking cock! You'll be a bloody millionaire."