He dutifully listens, taking her words to heart, even as they put into stark contrast all the ways they're not normal people. That's not bad, per se, just different. But it's the last on the list that makes for a chuckle. Sweeney nods in concession.

"I like Up-bread." Inhaling slowly, he shifts, rolling her onto her back and rocking up on his side next to her. He takes a fist full of blanket, and with a flick of his wrist, he snaps it back to expose her. Sweeney's grin spreads wickedly.

Two fingertips start a delicate path at the dip of her throat, tracing their way down her chest.

"An' huntin'." They divert to follow the curve of one breast. His eyes remain fixed on the point where their skin meets. "An' ridin'."