From the Osa Peninsula

He inhales, pressing his chest more firmly to her lips when she kisses him.

"Thank ya fer listenin'." There's that word. Finally managed it. It carries the weight of 'listening without taking it as poorly as you might have'.

Sweeney runs his tongue along his teeth, returning to his previous cheekiness.

"Should definitely get the chance ta try a few on fer size." He brings his hand up to trace her lip with his thumb.

"Don't mind English though." He presses softly, urging the tip of his thumb past them, nudging at her teeth to part them suggestively.

"Irish can be hard on the tongue."