George leaned back in his chair, taking another sip from his glass. He saw her eyes lingering on the glass for a moment too long, and he chuckled. "I was surprised when you ordered vodka, myself," he said, his eyes mischievous. He ordered another from the bartender with a few hand motions. "If you're that worried about it, order something to eat too. I don't mind."
He nodded. "It was nice have the family there. We figured it would be easier to fill out the information that way." The bartender brought over the new drink and he pushed it towards Verity. "But really, I don't understand why blood status matters anymore. It's rather old fashioned, if you ask me. Especially now that the war is over."
"I'd ask Percy about it," he added, "But I try not to talk to him. Ever."