"Last time I was in town--" His hands pluck at her clothes, trying to get under them. "--I took in a sample viewin' of his work." Sweeney nips at her collarbone.

"He an' me came ta terms. 'Bout rentin' his time whene'er I want." He leans back to glance down her hungrily.

"An' ya do know how much I love watchin' you."

His eyes dart up to hers, his brow softening as he inquires as to her interest.

"If ya want." He gives a faint shrug, his gaze lingering. There's no obligation. He only wants it if she'd enjoy it.