Sweeney's surprised by her hint of withdrawal. Not that it's bad, just unexpected. She's always...eager. But there's a realization and a sense of pride on her behalf for her making the choice to restrain herself against her wants, understanding there will be deferred rewards, and they'll come a fuckton faster if he isn't ripping his stitches open on the regular.

The brief flicker of confusion yield to one of respect, and his eyes linger on hers. His hands slide from her back to rest on her hips.

"Well, might not be quite as pent up as a month'll do, but I'm 'xpectin' both of us will make the most of the fruits of our waitin'." His grin grows a bit wicked, but he doesn't pull at her.

"Is fiú duit fanacht."