His dimples cut deep, and his grip firms. Not to cut off her air, but certainly enough to give the illusion of helping support her weight. He slides his tongue slowly over his teeth. Sweeney's gaze wanders down her and back up, his eyes remaining unblinking.
"Sounds like I should get ta mendin' up in short order. Get on what I should be gettin' on."
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His dimples cut deep, and his grip firms. Not to cut off her air, but certainly enough to give the illusion of helping support her weight. He slides his tongue slowly over his teeth. Sweeney's gaze wanders down her and back up, his eyes remaining unblinking.
"Sounds like I should get ta mendin' up in short order. Get on what I should be gettin' on."