That's something, at least. His body's getting back to thinkin', especially with all that Gaelic on her tongue, but for one that's normally into keeping quiet, that'd be a significant effort.

Sweeney cocks his head a touch. "Ya want me ta fuck ya in the snow?" It's less a proposal than honest question. He's not overly eager to be that cold, but he's willing to hear her out.

No matter the answer or what they end up doing the rest of the night, he'll keep delighting in watching her touch herself like that. Maybe even more than if her hand was lower down. It's far more intimate.