His eyes roll as he does his best to focus them. It's a bit easier when her mouth isn't on him. He starts to push himself up to sitting, supporting her back to keep her seated on his hips as he does so. There's no intent to get inside her. It'd be too complicated the way things are anyways.

"Ba mhaith liom tú..." Sweeney starts mid-move, but he realizes it's not something she'll understand if he keeps going in Gaelic. His tongue searches for the English, and it's heavy like molasses.

"I...just..." He quickly looks to the grass on both sides of him. "Hook yer feet."

He trusts her to sort it out, because he's abandoned her back to help push himself up to standing.