Sweeney isn't discouraged, though he tries to minimize his smile. He twists further to get a leg up on the bed and face her more fully.

"Come."

He hooks his hand under her knee, and with a fluid bend, he ducks his head under while lifting it over to set it on his lap. The position leaves her spread wide, but more importantly, unable to fully lock her knees together, no matter how much she squirms.

"Let me see."

Sweeney's already looking; not staring yet, just tilting to get a better peek at her.