Ron laughed. It wasn't a cheerful laugh by any means, but Dean still took it as something. Maybe that offhand bit of humor had helped? "Well, I suppose that's better. I wouldn't want to be the only one you're avoiding. I's wonder if I'd suddenly begun to smell."
At the question about Seamus, Dean smiled. "Seamus is Seamus. he' off picking up an extra shift today at the Leaky, and then off to buy fireworks for tonight, you know Guy Fawkes' Day and all. Any excuse to blow something up." Dean's tone was affectionate; clearly he didn't mind Seamus's explosions one bit. Their drinks arrived, and Dean went for his, not bothering to waste time with a heartfelt, but likely unwanted platitude of a toast. "If teh lager's not up to snuff, I take no responsibility, yeah?"