"Mmm." He purrs in consideration while squirming just enough to playfully mirror her, both of them settling into sweaty contentment and a haze of tobacco.

"Don't tempt a Fellow," he pokes, closing his eyes. Sweeney takes a slow breath savoring the moment before his thoughts work backwards along the path to the inciting incident.

"Wonder if Steve'll give ya a hard time 'bout it." His eyes open and stare at the ceiling. "Can't imagine he would. Given how Malcolm walked outta the thing."