It's a game of chicken he knows he won't hate losing. At the few inches between them, she can see how his breath has started to shallow, and how he swallows trying to rein in his want.

"Fuck yes," he breathes, then bends to steal a kiss and hook one arm under her hips while the other wraps around her back. Sweeney's hoping to hoist her up so he can carry her to the elevator. It's a little tricky with the addition of her jacket, but at least he'd put her cigarettes in its pocket before making the attempt.