"Haven't slept with anyone in... at least a year. Probably more like two. I'm sure I'd know if I'd caught something by now." George got to his feet, then looked at her again.
"And I don't know. I can't remember what I said. If I hurt you, I'm sorry." Parchment crinkled in his pocket as he leaned for his wand. "I'm sorry that I'm drunk, sorry that I puked in your loo." The room lurched again, and he tightened his fist around his wand. "Sorry I don't remember getting here, but it sounds like something was good, anyway."