A moan is trapped in his breath, just hearing the Gaelic on her lips. Sweeney tilts his head enough to nudge hers to the side so he can growl wantonly against her ear.

"Ba mhaith liom an oiread sin duit." There may be a few extra words in there, but there is any lingering confusion, it's promptly clarified by him shifting her weight enough to hurriedly sort out his position before shoving in hard.

And this is why he put his braces back on.

He knows there will likely be a day she says no. There will almost certainly be one when he does. He's just sure as fuck grateful it isn't today.