Sweeney sucks his lip in the wake of her tongue, his smile curling mischievous, even though the rest of him is so very tired. He tucks her back in the crook of his arm.

"Good ta hear. I hope ya can keep 'em fer a good while still."

Something flickers in his mind, and his eyes shift askew. Words are on his tongue, but he's wary to give them voice.

"I...there's somethin' I want ta tell ya. Somethin' I owe ta ya. But I need ya ta hear the whole bit out before ya respond, a'right?" There's a seriousness, though he remains soft.