When she starts wiggling, his hand raises to her hip again to insure she doesn't slide off. It's not really necessary; it wasn't that big of a squirm; but it gives him a chance to give her ass a pat before he goes looking for the key. Sweeney makes sure to oversell it, if only for a second.

"Ya sure it's in here?"

The answer isn't required before he takes it out and sees it fitted in the lock. He heads in, mindful of all of her body parts that make for awkward angles, and once in, he pushes the door shut with his other hand, turning the lock.

Nonchalantly, he heads towards the bedroom with the intent to plop her onto the bed, like a sack of flour being stacked.