George had sort of expected to be dumped out of Roger's lap, and the hand on his hip instead surprised him. He wasn't sure when this had turned into him trying to make Roger back down because he was a teasing git. But that's where it sort of was. So he'd been braced to be shoved out, and turned his head to peer suspiciously at Roger when that didn't happen.
Well. Fine then. He just squirmed again, and then stopped.
Oh. Crap.
It was highly possible that he shouldn't have said that. "Ermm. . . ." George shot Roger a quick glare. "Who else's is it going to be? Wait - unless she's shagging around? Did she shag you? Maybe it's yours." George had no problem with shagging around. But shagging around without telling Fred it might not be his brat was different. "Oh, and I probably shouldn't have told you, so shut up," he added belatedly. He'd forgotten Davies was probably too hammered to remember that getting announced.