"Says the man with no shirt rubbing oil off his chest," he laughed, then pushed himself up off the table, now definitely noticing that he had a problem.
However, it was Dean and he had no shame, so he walked to the changing room like nothing was wrong and a smile on his face. Seamus did have to think of something to get his mind off of his problem, and for some reason he thought of Snape in Neville's grams clothes from third year.
He looked down at his crotch and chuckled. That did it.
"So this art show, erotic paintings, aye?" he said to Dean as he was changing. "Is this a normal sort of thing or do only certain artists paint the stuff?"