"Um--"

He really hadn't thought about what the step after would look like; he'd been so hung up on getting through the talk.

"--yes?"

It's not actually a question, just a lift that speaks to his unsureness. But he able to get through it with a nervous smile. Sweeney reaches into his jacket and produces a short, assisted-open knife, and, after snapping it open, he offers it to her hilt-first.

"I...I was thinkin' 'bout a thumbprint on her forehead, if ya don't mind."

Front and center.