Applying the term sweet to a man as butch as Dominic is an odd usage of the word, at least to Benjamin. He hadn't thought it in relation to Clark once in the years they dated, despite the other man's genteel manners or the fact that they'd long reached a comfort level in their relationship in which it would have batted no eyelashes. The fact remains, however, that Dominic is acting sweet enough (in a manner much like a fussy, worried bee) that if he knew the man better Benjamin would pinch his cheeks.
Instead his smile deepens with weakened warmth and gratitude, the sort of expression that would be dazzling with more energy behind it. "I tried, but--I'm not sure if the windows are stuck, or I'm not pushing hard enough. Probably the latter." He in no shape, form, or fashion felt like exerting any kind of actual effort on those windows tonight. Fuck windows, wait til morning.
"I'll probably take a walk in a few minutes." Whether that walk would consist of his going upstairs in order to take the person in 205 up on their offer would remain to be seen. Respite his being raised in a town where neighbors generally helped one another out, Benjamin's distrust of his fellow man was highly developed. Granted, there would be no reason for whomever to harm him and many reasons for them to refrain, but as Einstein said, the universe and human stupidity were infinite.