Sweeney doesn't step forward; it's more of a rocking that inches him towards her, closing more of the distance between them. He leaves the last bit for her to take, if she wants it. His eyes are unblinking as he watches her, and his presence takes on a primal edge when he rolls his shoulders. The closer he gets, the more apparent his musk is, smelling of mulling spices, sweat, soil, and grass. He leans down a touch as his voice drops.
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Sweeney doesn't step forward; it's more of a rocking that inches him towards her, closing more of the distance between them. He leaves the last bit for her to take, if she wants it. His eyes are unblinking as he watches her, and his presence takes on a primal edge when he rolls his shoulders. The closer he gets, the more apparent his musk is, smelling of mulling spices, sweat, soil, and grass. He leans down a touch as his voice drops.
"Why not both?"