He seems surprised by her sudden absence, but he pushes up on his elbow to he watch her scamper to retrieve it.

Sweeney extends his hand for her to deposit it instead of taking it directly, but it's more out of muscle memory than intent. He rolls it in his hand while he examines it, then rubs it as instructed. Bringing it to his nose, Sweeney inhales deeply, his eyes closed. The scent makes his expression ease and offer the faint hint of a smile.

He opens his eyes to find her and tips his head appreciative. "It's wonderful," he answers in utter sincerity. The words hold his unspoken thanks. He's still working on 'please' and 'thank you'. They're very counterintuitive to him, but it doesn't mean the feeling and sentiment aren't there.