Dean chuckled and shook Seamus' hand. "You know, I don't think a bit of ink is going to bother me, I spent half the day with a paint smudge on my nose until Anna pointed it out to me."
He shrugged. "Not much, apart from maybe keeping an eye on Jess. I mean there's the twins but there's no real harm in them. I think she just wants me to turn up to be another large and intimidating person to Jess' latest boyfriend, and you know, an extra body is all the better really." He shook his head rolling his eyes. He knew the fact that he was six foot three and not built like a twig was somewhat intimidating, even if he was generally a nice, friendly guy. But he also knew almost without a doubt that Jess could look after herself. Not that it stopped him wanting to be protective though.
He wasn't entirely sure that talking about his sister's love life was any better than talking about his own. As much as he would love to have what Mandy and Neville had he had just never found anyone who he wanted to be around that much. He was attracted to women, but usually in an abstract, artistic sort of way. It was a strange feeling and he knew somehow that it wasn't natural for him.