Dean watched the fluttering eyelashes, nose wrinkling at the cooing voice. "You look like someone threw soap in your eyes," he told his friend, laughing again. "Are you sure you're not a bird - I haven't heard ten year old girls that giggle that high-pitched," he teased.
He picked up the new pint as it was set down in front of them, and then leaned across the table, snatching Seamus' drink too, hoarding both of them and grinning. "If you're going to be a flirty wanker, then you don't get a drink unless you put out, or go tart up. You're looking rough, sweetheart," Dean told him.
Had it been anyone else, Dean wouldn't have teased quite so much, but it was Seamus, who was shameless. Put Dean around him long enough and it was a bit contagious.