Dean's face turned to an even more expressive wince at the continued parade of images running through his mind. "Me ageing is fine, well mostly, but I didn't need random older strangers parading naked and sweaty through my... ugh," he finished with a shudder. "Less sharing please," he begged.
He took the hint and tucked into one of the croquette like things which Seamus had pushed towards him as he started to write. He made an appreciative sound and dunked the non-bitten end in a garlic-laden sauce-like mixture. "Well, it could be a bit odd," he said, at the end of his mouthful. "But I don't see why it couldn't work. I'm sure there'll be plenty of single people wanting to have nothing to do with Valentine's." He munched his way through the rest of his croquette before continuing.
"Oh and I dunno about the opposite of hearts really but the opposite of pink is green, you know, paint-wise," he offered and then grinned and waggled his eyebrows. He snorted at the somewhat predictable response from Seamus and then stuck his tongue out. "Well it's a nice change for me then!"