He chuckles, his grin going wide as he looks her down and up again.

"Pretty sure that ain't shame," Sweeney observes with a cock of his head. "Edgin' a bit closer ta pride, if I do say so myself." He tucks the tank deep in his trouser pocket, but a chunk still hangs out.

Making his way back to her, he rests his hands on her hips, further looking her over. "Almost like someone provin' they could conquer a Leprechaun, fuckin' him 'til his knees give."