Dean was sort of flummoxed by Seamus' suddenly very weighty declaration, and swallowed a couple of times, grinning at the little head nod. Then he snorted at the final declaration, the hint of something that had lingered around his eyes dissipating.
He groaned. "You're never going to let me get away with that, are you? I thought I'd told you!" he protested. He maintained his favourite hiding place had been down Susan's top, mostly for the look on the faces of most of the bar when Seamus had suddenly launched himself at her cleavage.