That gets another vague sort of hum. The reality is, there's no point in fucking Eggsy. Well, not in here, anyway. He's fairly certain it will just end up embarrassing for the both of them when they take off these VR masks. It's not like the illusions he normally works with, where he can project the reality around them and sink into real flesh. No, this is just a digital connection of their minds, and an impressive one. But, ultimately, they're alone together.

Quentin steps back, puts a hand on the back of Eggsy's head, and swats the crop across his ass. It makes a wonderful whistle through the air, and even more brilliant thwak when it hits him.