"Hmm." The low hum is dubious, but the single dimple isn't selling it.

"That's a hefty list," he starts with a vaguely concerned expression. The dimple doesn't do it any favors either.

"Might hav'ta write it down or some shit. Ya know I can't remember anythin' so long." He sighs dramatically. "But it's a pretty good chunk'a wantin'."

Sweeney tucks a finger beneath her chin to urge her face up a bit more so he can meet her eyes and she can see his soft smile.

"Táim bródúil asat." He kisses her forehead, if only because the angle makes her lips hard to reach.

"I'm proud of you."