That phrase catches him off-guard; not that he thought she'd been as miserable as the night prior, but it's still a far jump to 'feeling nice'. Sweeney leans back, enough to put her in clear focus but not so much as to part their hips. His eyes dance over her features, making sure they're both on the same page.

"Nice?"

His expression is a mix of unsureness, surprise, and hope; it makes him look a little younger for it.

"Really?"