Seamus' attempt at sexy only collapsed Dean into another fit of giggles. "Oh, Merlin, no, please no," he said as he trailed off into gasps.
His glance flitted over Seamus' tattoo and he added a mental reminder to himself to think about his potential designs for himself again. If only he could decide on what, or where. "To be fair the mouth-burning chilli things are just because I grew up on them. You, mate, are in a fight with painting," the and winning went unsaid.
He looked slowly around the rest of the pub and spotted something out of place. Swivelling around properly he looked closer, eyes squinting before breaking out into a grin and sauntering over to the little flash of metallic paint he'd spotted and pocketing something with a grin. He raised his eyebrows at Seamus and nodded.