"It is a very useful skill," he said mock-seriously, resisting the urge to apparate two feet in front of where they were walking. In reality it was a skill that had kept him alive, but that was something it was best not to dwell on he'd found. He snorted and held his hands up in surrender at Seamus' own pun. "Not saying a word," he promised.
Dean's stomach growled lightly at the mention of more food. "And you want to encourage me to spend two days making jokes about large, hot, German sausages?" he said blandly, looking very amused. "Although the Christmas markets do sound fun, sort of an eat-your-way-around prospect." Right now that sounded like an amazing idea. "But yes, if we go somewhere hot I promise to make sure to keep all your important bits nice and slick with lotion," he said, returning the suggestive eyebrows and trying not to laugh.