He expected the laughter and it hardly phased him, he merely tossed back another shot - very much feeling the loose buzz through his limbs - and let a faint smirk crawl across his expression. He'd never known a man George's age to be a 'bit busy' when it came to sexual relations. And obviously he was good-looking. If Fred was getting a bit, George should have the same opportunities open to him. Or at least that seemed logical enough to Remus.
Chuckling a little at George, Remus gave a shrug and ran his hand through shaggy hair. "Both," he replied, pouring another round. "I'm asking why you're not getting laid and if you like blokes. Though to be fair, I didn't ask, I inferred the latter point. I nevertheless would still like an answer to it."
He knew that it was the kind of question that guys only asked when they were trying to pick someone up. Hell, he'd done it enough times to know exactly the way the inflection in his voice sounded and what his body language said (leaning in, interested; arms not folded, open; eye contact, unashamed) to the effect. He hardly had any illusion about people's opinions of him. The surprise he met when people found out about he and Tonks said enough to that matter. But he'd said many times before that it was complicated and it was.