"Ye want it but ye dinnae like it," Sean says skeptically, willfully ignorant of her meaning when it's so much easier just to see his side of things. She should like the idea of him doing something of worth, she should want to think about it. Sighing, he shakes his head and goes back to slipping his hands up the back of her shirt. "Whate'er, f'rget it, 's nothin'."