Then suddenly the purse was being opened and Sweeney had to squint his little eyes to adjust to the light. He really did not like being suck in the purse. Not at all. But it was opened, which, once he got to thinking about it, meant a chance for freedom.
Taking this boon offered to him, Sweeney moved his stiff little legs and wriggled his way out of the purse and down to the ground with a thump. At the collision with the ground, he let out a curse, which came out as a high-pitched yelp followed by a whine.
Great, he was out. Now what was he going to do?
He could piss, like he originally threatened, but that seemed to lose its appeal when he looked up and saw a man with his hand resting on his sword. To threaten him, perhaps. Maybe to threaten the Djinn. Sweeney could only hope it was meant to threaten Jeannie, to teach her a lesson about being such a... horrible, vile woman.