She's evil. She's sadistic, she's the devil incarnate, and saints, does Sean love her for it. His breath gets stuck in his throat as his whole world narrows down to the wait, the singular anticipation of what's to come, and he can't even say anything to express the urgency he feels (as if she doesn't know). All he can offer is a desperate, encouraging squeeze of her shoulder as he focuses on not squirming too much under her touch.