Dean's obvious disgust just made Seamus laugh harder. "Hey, you've only got yourself to blame for the naked and sweaty," he said. "Nothing stopping you imagining them safely tucked under the covers or behind a hedge." He smirked, knowing he was probably making it worse, then patted Dean's hand apologetically. "Sorry." He didn't sound sorry, and nor did he intend to stop over-sharing.
He wrote 'green' on another corner of the paper, drawing a little heart around it because he knew Dean was watching over his shoulder. Green... He wasn't sure what he could do with that. Irish was the obvious thought but St Patrick's Day wasn't far off. Maybe something with leprechauns and... Seamus laughed. "Do you remember Lockhart's dwarves?" he asked, smothering a giggle behind his hand. "Wood was chasing them off all day."