Sweeney can't catch his lips from parting at the reveal; how could they not? The wealth contained within would...well. It should be enough for his brother to be satisfied that he got what he paid for. Promptly shutting his mouth, he nods tightly to the bearers, both acknowledging and appreciating the presentation, but assuring them he'd seen enough. They can take it away. Then he turns his attention back to Gilia with a tip of his head.

"You honor me with yer gifts." A supportive smile curls. "Each worthy and well-suited." He inhales slowly, his gaze lifting enough to signify thought before settling back down on her.

"But I must admit...my favorite is the one yer mother gave me."

Sweeney reaches his hand across her so he can cup her far cheek and assure she's facing him when he fixes his gaze on her eyes. He wets his lips as he leans in to whisper.

"Pearl an' gold, trappin' flame. Honey an' salt, born of the sea."

He leans in the few inches required to kiss her, and it holds more tenderness than lust. Some of the crowd applauses, but he pays no mind. Sweeney puts just enough space between them to meet her eyes.

"No king has e'er received such a gift as you."