"Harry?" Seamus repeated, deciding to choose the exact drink on behalf of his customer. He had a bit of sixth sense for getting the right drink which, if it was some sort of power, was a properly shite one. Seamus pulled the handle of one of the guest ales - Dancing Dragons - and began to fill the glass.
"You'll be hard pressed to get him out. He's been basically in hiding since school ended except for Auror training. Think he's trying to fly under the Witch Weekly radar," Seamus grinned and leaned forwards a bit, "And I think it's pretty brave of you to be swearing off sex, by the way."