At the closeness of their proximity, she can see the bob of his throat beneath his beard. But when she rises as much as she can, he realizes her intent, and Sweeney's grateful to indulge her, especially if it means she isn't staring at him.

He isn't sure if the kiss is part of the ritual, or if she wants it to be something more heated, so he errs on the side of restraint until he gets more of his bearings. Sweeney may not lift his hand to cup her head or cradle her back, but there is a confidence that leaves the act far from chaste. He does make the effort not to push ahead, wanting to make sure the reins stay in her hands as things continue forward.