"Aye," he agrees with a tip of his head. The last port had left him with gigantic leaves, and he's all too happy to cut it down himself.

Sweeney squirms around her enough to get a second one lit, and with the task completed, he settles back into things, his arm wrapped around her nudging just a bit closer. It's something lost and half-remembered. A comfort he's forgotten to forget.

"That's the real reason ya keep comin' back," he teases, clearly not meaning a word of it.