Again, Dean had the pleasure of getting the finger and was cheerfully told to 'Fuck off, mate.' It didn't stop Seamus from trying to reclaim his drink, which proved to make everything an odd mess of actions and hands. It was a wonder Seamus didn't end up knocking something over in the process.
"Are you stupid in the head? The dangers are there, but the they're outweighed by the things they can do in bed, I hear." Who hadn't watched Fleur walk away every chance that they had? Bill Weasley was a lucky, lucky bloke to have snagged that piece and no was going to deny that.
Seamus' face broke out into a grin, as he took back the drink. "I knew you'd see it my way, the right way, as soon as it was pointed out to you. You're like a daft little child that needs to be guided, sometimes." Immediately, he pulled his stretched out legs back to avoid any kicks under the table. Dean could still get him, but it would just be a little harder now.