Seamus pulled her another beer and a double shot of firewhiskey to go with it. She'd just said shot. She hadn't given him an actual quantity. Unless you counted 'a' as a quantity, which Seamus didn't when it came to Ginny Weasley.
"Oh shut it," he told her with a grin. "He does not talk about me arse. You probably talk about me arse and then he acquiesces so you'll shut up."
He turned and lifted his bum up a little so that he could check himself out.
"But yes, I do agree. Finest Irish arse in history."