"I know 'xactly what ta use it fer," he assures her with an arched brow.

"When I'm stuck at work or somewhere I rather not be, I can sneak it an' 'magine I'm here with you instead." His gaze dips to his hand for a moment before he looks back to her.

"Glad that this it what wild magic made when ya were thinkin' of me."

He coils his hand into a soft fist around it, then blows, unfurling his fingers to reveal them empty, like he was performing a magic trick, even though she knows damn well where he's tucked it. Sweeney's eyes linger on her face with a soft smile.