"An' that's what ya are fer me," he tries to explain. "Bein' here with ya." Sweeney glances up to the ceiling for a moment. "Bein' what I am when I'm with you. Bein' myself." He lifts his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"Bein' with you, when ya see me naked, e'en with my trousers on. When ya see me like no one else does, an' ya not only accept it, you crave it."

"Barróg keeps me safe. Keeps me from gettin' too close ta people who can hurt me." His lips tighten for a moment, concerned about the admission.

"An' that's you." He offers the faintest of shrugs. "She hates that ya can get ta my underbelly." Sweeney's lips tighten again. When his voice comes again, it's barely a whisper.

"An' that's the heart of our fear 'bout you." He shakes his head. "But I'm facin' that fear. Bein' with you...it's worth it."