"Good," Sweeney added in tone that denoted finality as he stood from his seat. He tucked the box under one arm. "You know me well enough to use my talents to your advantage. Good day, Ms. LeBeau, I'll expect to see you at my shop soon enough." That said, he started back to his little home and shop on Fleet Street.
He was quite proud of her, though he likely would never say to what extent.