Seamus' brain threatened to switch right off when her hands touched him and she looked at him that way. He had to force it to continue to make some sort of sense. Otherwise he'd be a babbling idiot...and he did so hate to be a babbling idiot when he could sound at least somewhat intelligent. He smiled at the kiss, returning it quickly.
His eyes were focused on her, unable to look away, barely able to blink. "Big Bad Wolf, huh?" He didn't know how good he was at being a wolf, but anything was possible. "No? No woodcutter?" He smirked slightly. "Because...personally, I think I look dashing in flannel." His breath caught in his throat at the feeling of her lips on his neck.