His brow crinkles in genuine confusion. The expression is muted, but still plain as day with them facing each other. Sweeney's lips part, but unsureness leaves the quiet a little longer.

"I already have that." An intimate sexual relationship that goes well beyond simple fucking and uncomfortably into the realm of 'he doesn't want to think about what it means because the answer would force him to acknowledge some shit'.

"With you."

Or, at least, he thought he did. With that 'breach overlap', he's starting to feel less confident about it.