He thought the question was relatively straightforward; either she wants it or she doesn't; but her answer puts a crinkle in his brow. It promptly melts into a dust of pink and a fall of his eyes. Sweeney looks for a way to explain that she might understand enough of, that also isn't too crass.

"Uh--well, it d'pends on what ya mean by 'done'." Decent start. He swallows, tilting his head slightly to each side as he continues, like he's noting two options.

"Normally, it's considered once I...spill." Okay, he's over the worst of it. "But just 'cause I ain't still thrustin' don't mean that I can't still pleasure you." He's quick to make an addition as his gaze darts back up to hers.

"That I don't want to."

Because he very much does. It's not the only thing, either.

"An' if we keep at it a while, I'll be buried in ya again."

Sweeney hopes that's clear enough.