Sean can't help but return her look, something in that smile always making him want to start right back up again, whether it's a physical possibility or not. No matter what else is said, no matter what he can come up with to kill the mood or set them back, she's right. "What, each other?" he asks with a chuckle, some of the desperation going out of his voice, though traces linger in his kiss. "When ye're right, ye're right. Speakin' of, how's yer side?"