Not the words he was looking for, but he'll fucking take it.

Sweeney traces her cheekbone with his thumb before shifting enough to hook the heel of one boot with the toe of the other. The process is repeated with the other. Even though he's not in a position to step out of them, they're plenty loose to pull off.

His hand slides into her hair, but instead of gripping it, he rubs her scalp supportively.