Roger refused to drop his gaze or do anything more than flush a little darker, which was involuntary no matter how many times he chanted in his mind, 'Don't blush, don't blush...' But if George was going to let him get away without mentioning it, he was going to run with that.
Even if he wanted to kick him.
Dropping his hand, Roger finally averted his eyes and leaned up against a nearby table. Crossing his arms, as if that would somehow protect him from that smug look of George's, he asked, "Then why do you sound upset?"