Verity grinned at him. "Slytherin, Georgie, remember? If there's one thing I can do, it's hide something as silly as jealousy- particularly if I thought you weren't interested. There's no point in going off and acting territorial about something that was never mine to begin with." She was serious, but it was all said with a warm smile.
"Your prize?" she asked with surprised and a smile that showed she was close to being offended. "Am I a trophy now, Mister Weasley?" She could have laughed and had she been sober, likely would have argued about it.
She nearly giggled at his act and followed with perhaps a little more practice at being pompous. Once inside she felt a familiar pull at the idea of being alone together in the flat...
"My territory? Now I'm a prize and a dog? My my, maybe I thought wrong about you George," she teased nudging him and smiling broadly.