When his hand wraps around hers and he guides her in, he shuts the door behind her properly, for once. Sweeney knows he shouldn't lead her to the bed; it's a dumb idea. He should put her on the couch for this conversation. And yet.

They reach the foot of it, and he spins her gently, allowing her to sit of her own volition. Sweeney sucks his lip as he remains standing in front of her. It's going to sound stupid. He knows it is.

Fuck it.

"So. Ya know Hunter." Obviously. "An' Flapjack?" That one he's less sure about, as far as to whether they've been formally introduced. "The chatty bird that's sometimes part of his staff?"