Her request sounds easy enough, and with a soft smile and small nod, he lifts the towel to start to wipe the sweat from her throat. Sweeney hasn't had the chance to properly start though, before the rest of her comment is made.

He pauses. Then blinks. His gaze follows hers down. There's logically only one destination. But that seems strange for a lass who was shy enough to blush when he simply cast the bedding back enough to expose her. Now she's asking him to help because she can't see what she's doing? Sweeney swallows.

"Ya want me ta--"

Right.

"You want I look?"

Surely, not. How could she bear him examining her sex so blatantly?