"Then let's focus on this." Sweeney tips the bottle to her, more meaning the socializing than purely drinking, but it could be taken either way.

He can't imagine not wanting her. And she's the only woman he knows that fucking wouldn't immediately be complicated with. It's not to say he doesn't think of being with others, he's just usually able to dismiss the thought before it goes too far into wanting. He's still wary that the indulgence of the act could become too familiar with Annie, and complications would follow at some point, but he doesn't have to concern himself about it yet.

"Worry 'bout the rest later."