Dennis sighed gustily into the other man's shoulder. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised, I just need to come to terms with the fact that I'm Kryptonite to men," he said, aware that he was wallowing a little bit, but unable to stop, particularly not when he was lying cocooned in the warmth of a hug with Seamus. There was really no safer place to be he mused as he watched Dean pass and sit down with Susan. Anyone stupid enough to turn down a hug, or a relationship would have to be royally idiotic. He snorted and lifted his head to look at Seamus wryly. "Thank you, I think? I don't know that I count as a waif anymore, so I guess I'm a stray?"
"Only fine-ish? You should be ecstatic! You deserve to be screwing hotties left right and centre and riding on motorbikes made of rainbows," he said with the authority of a naked man with a badger on his head - which is to say plenty in his own mind, but not so much in anyone else. "I am grateful for the hugfest. I think Ernie might ravish me. Again."