Sweeney's brow furrows in confusion as he goes from processing flowers to her greeting to the confrontation of information. He looks from her to the flower and back.

"That's Devil's Flower," he answers plainly, one brow quirked as he's a bit unsure why that would be of interest to a prudish fuck like that Frenchman. Unless he's not so prudish after all.

With a tip of his head, he takes the opportunity to clarify. "Bachelor Button."