Sadako hadn't objected to anything Sweeney had done. She wouldn't have even if he hadn't allowed her time to heal herself - being able to not feel pain had more advantages than she'd ever dreamed.
Her eyes were closed, and a dreamy smile played on her lips as she wrapped her arms around Sweeney's middle. "Of course I want to. You know I love watching you work. You're teaching me about ... I don't know how to say it. Immediacy. About being in the moment and seizing it." Her work was planned, calculating, perhaps a bit cold. His was warm and sticky and vital. She loved it, even as a simple spectator.