"Oy!" Seamus protested as he jerked away from the towel, before sticking his tongue out at Dean. "I have the body of a God." Lifting his shirt up to show his evidence, he looked at his barely there abs and said, "I'm working on it." By eating constantly. Dropping his shirt, he pulled his wand out of his waistband and pointed it at Dean.
A little wand waving and the mess would be gone, was Seamus' thinking. He didn't think that they would have to worry too much about the cleanup after. "What did you expect when you invited me over, eh? Us playing tea party?" Though, he had i the past, sat down to play such games with the younger Thomases complete with dirt tea and leafy 'scones.' The amount of imagination these kids possessed had always amazed him.