Dean noticed, though. Noticed and caught himself staring and had to look away, flushed and suddenly warm. It wasn't Seamus' fault - they'd never been shy around each other and he never wanted to be - but he couldn't deny that Seamus was.. well, there was a reason he'd drawn him, painted him so many sodding times, wasn't there.
At least it didn't seem like Seamus had noticed. He swallowed a sudden lump in his throat and then pulled on his shirt hurriedly and finished buttoning up his pants. "Depends on where you are, I guess, and what types of things you like. A lot of artists do it for the shock."