Sean shoots her a look, somehow affronted that any of this could be described with those words, but there's not a whole lot of feeling behind it, distracted as he is. Eventually, he reaches over her for the glass again, because as much as he's gone off the idea of it now, he's not about to act like he's been beaten by a task as simple as drinking. It's just a matter of paying attention, of being aware of his throat as he swallows.