"All right," Dean answered. He stopped, rolling a crick in his shoulder away and eyed Seamus. "All right. Don't move or freak out, but I'm going to pop out a shoulder doing it like this." He moved hen, straddling Seamus' thighs so he could just lean over him. Which was an easier angle to work from, and reach both sides, but upped the weird factor a bit. He was flushing a bit, and could feel the heat of it in his cheeks, even if he didn't show it with his complexion, and Seamus couldn't see him now anyway.
"Cute. Bit misleading though. I mean foxes are supposed to be clever, right? You sure you're not. . . one of those dim sorts of dogs?" he teased. Dean supposed that'd mean he was a bull or something like that. Since his patronus was one. He doubted he'd ever see for sure though.