Quiet relief eases his shoulders, though he doesn't lessen his grip. He kisses her chastely.

"'Éileamh orm' is better." Sweeney wants her to understand that the intent is there just as much, if not more. It's yielding through giving, not taking. Even if that giving looks an awful lot like it.

"Much." He dares a small smile. "You have no idea how much I'd love ta hear it on yer lips."