The motion is smooth as he takes the knife and eases it shut, sliding it into his pocket. His eyes stay fixed on her face as she focuses on the task, and they don't dip after she's done and looking up in question.

"Perfect."

Because of course it is. The shape doesn't matter; it's the Intent. It's always the Intent. And both of there's is pure in this. His smile is warm as it spreads.

Sweeney takes her hand and guides it towards him so he can gently suck her thumb.