Sweeney's grin spreads wolfishly. He doesn't hate that she's so easy to please.

"What? Ya don't like this one?" He rolls his eyes playfully, looking around at the grass. "Yer only provin' my case."

He isn't even sure how that would work, if folk are able to get in empty cabins. Sure, supplies had been stored there, but that was with more blessing than pure want.

Glancing down at her, his brow lifts as his tone sobers a little.

"It's gonna need some lamps if ya wanna keep it." Meaning the grass. "Likely gonna need a Warden ta get 'em fer ya." A smirk settles back in.

"I'm the first actual Inmate mine's had, an' I ain't gonna start him off with 'I need some lights so the grass I'm lookin' ta fuck on dunn't die'."