"'m strong. I was a Beater, you know. Clobbered bludgers. Plus I carry around boxes all the time, and sometimes we stack them up and they fall over on me because Fred is a twat who can stack properly, and I have to lift my way out using my muscles. Or my wand, 'cause that's usually easier when you're being crushed to death," George rambled.
George mostly thought they were just talking. And drinking. He poured himself another shot and sagged down into the sofa, gesturing with it as he talked, which nearly had him wearing half of it, but somehow he managed to not slosh the liquid over the edge. "Would have thought that was the other way around, anyway." He meant Remus and Sirius. Dog and wolf, you'd think the wolf would be the one doing the neck-biting bit. Of course George didn't think to clarify, so it was highly possible the comment made no sense anyway.
George still half thought Remus was making a pass. But not seriously, since it was Lupin, who used to be his Professor. So maybe he was being a bit on the dense side, but it wasn't every day a Professor wanted in your trousers.