Sweeney had gone to bed with more intent, having washed himself at the basin before making a careful pass at her. He didn't want to wake her after having already asked so much of her, but he did make the effort with what he could.

As she moves, it becomes immediately apparent in his nakedness that he is quite erect. He doesn't mind the shifting, thought it does cause him to stir as he compensates for the new position. Waking up to someone against him is not new. Lots of lasses will slip out after an encounter is finished, but when there's a prince in the bed, plenty of them stay until morning.

In his grogginess, he doesn't think to translate, and it's only complicated by his mumbling.

"It's not so late. Just stay. For a while."

After a deep breath to resettle, he realizes the foreign scent and snorts himself more awake. Sweeney blinks his eyes purposefully, trying to right the world. He leans his head back a little, not that he can see much more than a mess of blond curls. That's enough.

"Mm." He hums in acknowledgement, then lets his head rest forward again. Sweeney nuzzles the top of her hair and gives some form of vague squeeze to pull her closer. This time, he does remember to translate, he just doesn't have many words.

"Awake?"

Obviously, she is. He just wants to know if she's looking to stay that way. The door is still latched, so there's no rush to dress. After all of the effort put into the day before, Sweeney is more than happy to laze for a while. Especially if she's going to do it pressed against him.