Sweeney's brow arches at the term 'woke queen'. Though he doesn't make an issue of it, one can guess he probably doesn't have it in his lexicon.

His gaze skates down the hall.

"Ya may always have time fer me, but that dunn't make all yer time mine." The words are offered with soft insistence. She has many others to whom she is beholden, one of who he will never demand time that should be granted to. The one loved above all others.

Even if he would cast her out for a transgression.

He rests his hand over hers, a small smile in his lips as he tips his head down the way, silently implying 'are you ready?'.