He gives a shrugged smirk that sinks a dimple, as if to say 'guilty as charged'. At her offer, there's a flicker of hesitation, barely noticeable and easily missed by most, before he takes her hand.

"Most folk call me Sweeney," he offers in kind. He makes no effort to linger after a polite shake. The gesture feels weird, but he's not going to protest when there's hope he might end up inside her at some point.

"So...whad'ya think so far?" Sweeney makes a quick sweep of the crowd with his eyes before returning his focus to her. "Dumpin' ya end the deep end, showin' up fer a festival."