Sounds good to him. His grin spreads wide with mischief, and while not a proper bull-rush, he plows towards her with his shoulder low so he can scoop her up. Sweeney doesn't fully hoist her on his shoulder, just gets her off the ground and onto the bed with a pounce.

He looms over her, his knees outside hers. Sweeney takes a moment to drink in the sight of her in the mass of linens before claiming her lips eagerly. There's heat, but no desperation or cruelty. This is fun. He's happy to be with her, sharing something new that brings her joy. Also, fucking her is pretty great, too.