Truth be told, it's nothing fancy for them. He just figured she'd want to clean up, given the whole 'messy' issue from earlier. Sweeney dips the cloth and wrings it as he sits on the edge of the bed, but when he twists to find her looking at him expectantly, he freezes for a moment.

"Do ya wanna--" For the momentum he'd gained and how well she'd be doing, Sweeney had forgotten to remember the language barrier, somewhere along the way. Well, the way of being inside her. But now he thinks better of it, and tries to be more courteous.

"Not sure how your people do." They seem to have bath-focused stuff, so he probably shouldn't assume it's not A Thing. Sweeney lifts the cloth in illustration.

"Do I, for you? Or just--" He moves it towards her, silently asking if she rather just take it.