When she starts to close the distance between them, Sweeney draws his shoulders back in something between pride and presentation. There's no denying she's beautiful; eyes like that could drown a fellow if he lets himself gets too close. His have no intention of straying from her. Doubly, when she gives him a lovely bird's-eye view of her bosom.

He doesn't shy from her touch. Sweeney does run significantly hotter than a human, but there's nothing holy about him.

"Plenty'a time fer that, I'm sure, place like this." He's already seem some fucked up shit in the short time he's been here. Sweeney doesn't expect that to change anytime soon.