The unexpected nature of the whole thing has him on his back foot, just trying to keep up while retaining his dignified presence. The brightness in her attendants' welcome and hastiness of their retreat leaves him to stand and blink at what just happened.

It's a fleeting thing, though, and his attention is all too happy to turn to his bride. A soft smile curls his lip, promising tenderness, even as the raise of one brow speaks to the seeds of wickedness the view is planting.

"Wife."

He crosses to her with confident steps. There's an easiness that comes with the unknown, since it's just the two of them at this point, and that makes any err on his part less gossip-worthy.

Sweeney stands before her, both brows lifted in question.

"I undress or you?"