Eggsy is relieved when Quentin doesn’t actually hit his dick with the crop. He resolved not to tell Dorian all the details of this, because the warlock doesn’t need incentive to be a bigger nuisance.

At least he can forget about Dorian now and just worry about this stranger’s actions. He bites back a groan (though not well) when the crop runs along his erection again, then again. The almost gentle touch of it belies the harshness of the crop when it hits him again, stinging. It’s not as hard as some of the earlier ones, but it’s more sensitive skin and he bites his lip against his reaction.

“For fucks sake,” he says, but he’s not actually angry or even put out by it. His cock is still obviously hard, and nothing has discouraged that.