Strangely enough, her explanation reeks no less of bullshit, and his expression speaks to that point.

Sweeney sets his elbow on his knee so he can put his head against his hand, and he presses two fingers to his forehead to brace as his thumb rubs at the joint of his jaw. A long sigh escapes him.

"What is it ya want, luv?" He's tired, and he doesn't have enough mind left to chase hers around.