"Ye go 'head an' do that," Sean says, but the lust in his voice and the way he bites his lip as he watches her probably negates any nonchalance he can fake. Tossing his jacket off in the corner, he hunkers down in front of the fireplace that's already proved to be one of the nicer changes wrought by the island's sudden renovation, at least with the bloody stockings taken down from above it. His attention very firmly divided between the task at hand and Meredith, he crumples up a few old issues of the Times to stick in amongst the logs, lacking the patience not to cut corners.