That, of course, was the right answer, and Sweeney had something of a glint of an impish smile on his face before nodding. "And I know just who will do it. You see, I wouldn't have my closest, dearest friends attempt this. They're artists, yes, but not of this caliber. I've got a new set of friends, and one's got her blade still intact. She's the true artist of the batch, I believe."
That said, he set down his cup and stood, his fingertips brushing over her shoulders as he walked past, before he pulled down a case he'd put up on a shelf. Bringing it back with him, he sat back down beside her and opened its lid, to reveal seven razor handles, one of which with her blade still in. "The sins and virtues. I'd wanted this set for my very own when I was still alive. Miss LeBeau was fortunate enough to find it in her search for my ladies." He explained, pulling out Lust/Chastity. The handle's forms were subtle in their differences, but the difference was there. Demure and delighted was Chastity, a perfect picture of poise and respectfulness in a woman, and on the other side, was Lust, almost a mirror image of the other side, save for the expression on her face and the fact she'd let her hair down, and had no clothes.
Sweeney smiled to the razor, "A beautiful lady knows a beautiful lady's body better than any man. She'll know where to cut."