The ‘before this place’ bit causes a flex in his jaw, and he cocks it to the side to ease the tension. He does his best not to take it personally, though it does make him think of grass and watches and so much fucking waiting.

This isn’t about him, he reminds himself. Besides, he knows that if she’s looking to be honest, she will be when she’s with him.

Sweeney takes a slow breath, refocusing on them, on the swell of her calf wrapped over Dorian. If they’re going to work through the Kama Sutra, he’s plenty confident she’s limber enough to do so.

Another drag, another swig. He’s already feeling better.