Sean makes a face at that, finally opening his eyes to look at her when he can't get her to come closer. "Well, when ye put it like that it sounds kind o' daft," he admits, one side of his mouth hitching up into a wry smile for a fraction of a second. "S'pose we're jus' scrappers, the two of us." That doesn't make him stop feeling as if there should be some way for him to make this better for her that he just isn't seeing.