"Fleur's dad told you about shagging a Veela?" Dean asked, highly dubiously. "Because the two of you were such friends. . . Did he try to hex off your bits when he realized you were asking because you wanted to shag his daughter? Or did he just love you enough that he wanted to snap you up as a son in law, and that's why you couldn't snog her? Had to leave her for Bill so she didn't tie you down?" he teased, grinning widely. The crack about being gay brought his eyebrows up. "I'm bent when you were just batting your eyes at me? The whole place probably thinks you want in my pants, Finnigan."
Which might have been just a shade too far, since Dean paused, a little uncomfortable for a second for no reason he could name.
He shoved it off, manifesting in an actual physical shrug, and rolled his eyes. "They're attractive. I just wouldn't risk shagging one!"
"I don't lie. I'm going to laugh when you dump that pint on your head, waving it about like that." Though to be fair, Dean was actually a bit impressed he didn't spill a drop when he was gesturing with it.