George's jaw dropped in mock surprise. "Verity, how very presumptuous of you. Perhaps I'm just being a gentleman and escorting you home?" He had no intentions of shagging her in this state. He would never forgive himself.
When Verity tried to tell him where she lived, he raised a brow at her. He was beyond tipsy, but he hadn't forgotten that bit of information. "Verity...I thought you'd moved out of Diagon Alley. You know, before the war ended?" It wasn't that unnatural that she had forgotten, he guessed. Even he generally did what he was used to when he got to the point he imagined she was at.