"Yer welcome," he answers, the words drawn out a touch in sweetness as he keeps his eyes on hers for a breath longer.

When the robe is over her shoulders, Sweeney takes the opportunity to fuss with it. It's not necessary, but it lets him feel like he's doting just a bit more, making things neat with his fingertips grazing the edges where skin and fabric meet. Never mind that his cock is left uncovered, though at least shadowed by the drape of heavy fabric. It's far more important that she be tied up securely so she can feel covered and safe when there are prying eyes once more. Sweeney's voice is soft.

"I want ya ta feel at home." He nods slightly as he squints for the words that he means in kind.

"My home, you are. Here." Is that right? Hm.

"Together. With me. Home."

Close enough.