Seamus heaved a sigh of his own, having heard this argument before. He hated it, hated that Paden had managed to convince Dennis he wasn't attractive. He could remember the days when Dennis had been snogging several blokes a night in Heaven, and now he wouldn't even try. "You are not Kryptonite to men. You are gorgeous and the only reason I'm not trying to get into your sinfully tight pants every weekend is that you're like a brother to me. And also I work weekends."
He brushed his nose against Dennis's temple in a sort of eskimo kiss while his free hand darted towards his ribs, fingers wriggling against the spot he knew Dennis was most ticklish. He eased up after a moment. "Well, I don't know that I deserve any of that, but either way I'm definitely not getting it." He only flushed slightly as he said it, because while he might not be screwing hotties left, right and centre he had at least had two excellent nights with Justin not so very long ago. "Well, I can't speak from personal experience, but I'm sure Ernie's a very thorough and obliging ravisher."