The image of Ernie and Travers and himself walking in some sort of self-perpetuating circle made Seamus laugh. "Oh please, do. I'd love a picture...at least soemthin' funny'd come out of it then." He glanced at her appreciatively. "I'd much rather have just your eyes on me anyway," he murmured. "I as much as told Macmillan Travers'd likely find himself at the wrong end of your wand if he bothered me too much...glad t'know it wasn't just wishful thinkin' on my part."