"Funny, I don't have conversations about fucking my good friends in public," George countered, leaning too casually against the book shelf, shoulders canted to the left so he could 'idly' cross one foot over the other. George cocked his head as if thinking.
"You never know who's in hearing range when you talk about people, boys." George tsked disapprovingly. As casual as he feigned being, it was clear by every joint in his body that he was laced with tension, all hard lines and annoyance.