He loosens his grip some so she can move more easily. His prick delights in the shifting, and there's the idle musing as to if physiological response might eventually yield way to something more purposeful. Sweeney's not there yet, but she may not know that, since she's presumably never woken up next to a naked man.

"Good. You?" Truth be told, he's still working to escape it. He leans back again to better meet her eyes, even though his are still struggling for focus. Only then does it strike him, and a small crinkle of worry finds his brow.

"Hurt?" His gaze dips between them in suggestion; he obviously can't see all the way down.

"Still?"