Sweeney accepts her answer readily, the ease of his expression speaking to it. It still takes him a moment to consider, although he knows it shouldn't.

"I think...spendin' the night together's likely ta lead only one place," he answer soft but with some amount of resolve.

"Don't s'spect I'd be able ta keep choosin' ta be a good man." Part of him still can't believe he's saying the words out loud. Not when he still wants her. Not when he knows the comfort it'd bring bein' inside her.

"I think we both know that." The observation is gentle, one of empathy and not chastisement. They're together in this boat.

He has to give other things a chance to work, or he'll never be anything better than what he is.