He exhales sharply, somewhere between a scoff and a short chuckle.

"S'ppose that's a blessin' then." He reconsiders with a small shrug. "Fer one of us at least." Even accounting for hyperbole, he doubts there's not some truth in her assessment.

Sweeney thinks. His tongue slides over his lip as he blinks his gaze askew. "Can't promise it," Obviously. "But I'll try not ta do it again."

At the moment, he doesn't want to be another cunt. He's just not sure how to even start being something else at this point.