It took all Liam had to not laugh at the request as he slipped the lighter back into his pocket. Mike wanted to borrow his toys. With anyone else, he would have worried it was some heavy-handed attempt to gather evidence. Match the weapon to the wound pattern, in a way. But he'd kept Mike for far too long and not left enough marks on him for that to be possible.

"I take it you've never heard of Amazon," Liam said with a faint laugh in his voice. "Or...any other various and scandalous websites."

He brought his beer back up for another sip, but stopped. Something ticking over in his mind. Trying to see the angle that Mike had here. He was a resourceful man. Of course he'd know other ways of getting such things. Was it that he'd grown attached to these specific items? Or was it something else?

"Tell you want," he added. "You tell me what, or rather who, these are intended for, and I'll let you have your pick." He was starting to wonder if maybe Mike had been pushed further than he'd first thought. Wanting to relive some of what he'd felt before, some twisted attempt to inflict it upon himself. Now there was a thought to get Liam riled.