The sound of an unpleasant voice brought Seamus out of the very light slumber he'd fallen into. It only took mere seconds to realise that Susan Bones was standing within arms reach of his napping sanctuary. Honestly, he'd been expecting her, though he didn't show it in the way his expression contorted in a puzzled look.
"Oy, lass," he started, his Irish accent thicker than usual in the wake of sleep. "You're a pretty little thing but I've got more honor than to pick up on another man's woman." Elbowing the sofa, he pushed himself up into a sitting position and then fluttered his eyes overly dramatically at her.
"If you ask me," he began again, a coy smirk now forming on his face as he continued, "It was probably that Larry bloke? ...Lawrence. You know he's been sweet on you for ages."