It's not long before he releases her hand, letting his own drift to the side so his view is unobstructed. Sweeney can't help but peek down, getting caught for a moment in the sight of it. It may be a simple act, but it's no less hypnotic to watch her work it out.

"Both." Okay, so that may not make enough sense. He swallows and tries to catch his lashes from fluttering too much.

"Many--good." Sweeney's gaze darts up to hers, looking to be encouraging, even as his breath shortens.

"Kinds--touches--" Fuck, what's he trying to say? "Variety--good."

As if it isn't apparent from the way he faintly rocks into her hand.