Somewhere in between the sex and the alcohol fogging up his thoughts, Sean feels an unexpected surge of emotion at that, sharply struck by the way she says it or how she kisses him or something. That's what it always seems to come down to with them, isn't it? Waiting. For something to happen, for someone to be ready, they're always waiting for something. "I'd die without ye," he whispers, eyes closed once again, unsure as to where the words come from but meaning them all the same.