"Don't be ridiculous," he said without giving it even a moment of thought. Why would he? There was no reason whatsoever that Jeannie would want to be left alone to fend for herself in this neighborhood. Unless, of course, she didn't trust him to actually get her out of there.
Sweeney frowned. Had he given her reason to not trust him at any point. Even in his drunken fog, he knew that it was she who couldn't be trusted. She was the one who had turned him into a dog, snapped at him numerous times when all he'd done is try to have a decent time.
He was actually a touch offended at that realization. "Listen," he said, "I'm not leaving you in this neighborhood without an escort of some kind."
Patting his pockets, he found his pack of cigarettes and both brought one to his lips and lit it in quick succession. Taking a long, much needed drag, he finished his thought. "It would be irresponsible."