The weight and warmth of her against his shoulder was nice. George wasn't the least 'touchy-feely' person alive, but such contact was pretty rare. Coming from someone so nice looking as Alicia Spinnet made it all that much nicer.
"Wrecking my flat is different than going out and hunting these people down, but it's probably the saner option."
He glanced over at her at her question. He grinned and untangled his arm so he could put it around her shoulder in a gesture that might be confused as friendly, or maybe not. "Oh, the company right here's nice."