Seamus grinned, glad they seemed to have got Jess off their case - at least for now. He followed Dean to his side of the table, sitting between him and the rest of the customers and trying to look as if he felt natural being there - even though he didn't, quite. He glanced at his watch - was it too early for something alcoholic? But then Jess ordered wine and Seamus treated her to a smile. He had a short conversation with the waiter about the available beers and ciders before finally settling on one he was vaguely familiar with from trips to the muggle world.
He listened as Jess talked about her college and its parties, raising an eyebrow as she mentioned the guy she'd chased off. "Not your type?" he asked, curious. "No gorgeous curls and charming Irish accent?" If he and Dean were going to be uncomfortable, Jess could be too - even though it embarrassed Seamus almost as much. He risked a quick glance at Dean, remembering the time not so very long ago when a joke about dating his sister had set Dean off... He bit his lip, hoping that didn't happen here. Just in case, he sat back and made his body language as unthreatening as possible as the water returned with their drinks.