"That no good dirty rotten milkman's the one to blame. I see him eying her up when he comes to collect the bottles," Seamus said, scowling at the imaginary milkman and shaking his fist at him. But then he made his eyes comically wide. "Or do you, best mate o'mine, have anything you'd like to tell me? Do I really have a Thomas Finnigan on the way? I've seen the way she looks at you." Merlin help the girls that get stuck with these two, willing or unwilling. Because it was, without a doubt, going to be a constant...experience to try and get Seamus domesticated.
He only just stopped peeing on the furniture and all.
Reaching out with his leg to kick Dean gently, but hard enough to be felt - once he finished his own pint way too late - he gave a manly man burp without being polite about it and said, "Shortsheeting? No, you win getting the pleasure of finding your bed up on on the Astronomy Tower. You won't know when I'll do it, until I do it."