"Sure." It's a reflexive answer; he has no need to deny her. He pulls down a cigarette and goes to dig for his lighter, only to roll his eyes at himself after looking longingly to his trousers. Sweeney blinks with a touch of focus and flips it into his hand, getting to work at lighting the cigarette.

He pulls a long drag before turning it, brow lifted in offering. All she has to do is part her lips, and he'll place it between them.