"I love ice! Always," he said as he balanced precariously on a stool, "I am a man. Look," he said, flexing his arms to admire his own muscles, "I have good arms and a pretty flat stomach," and he touched the top of his waist of his pants, "And I've got all the right working parts. You know, Tonks," he said, not realizing he was starting to slur a bit, "There was talk that I might not come out of this as a functioning man. And I told them," he said, as he tried to stand to make a point, "I told them like hell they were gonna keep a Weasley from fucking!"
He colored, "Sorry. I really did say that, and it made the nurses laugh. They just cut back on my pain medication," he explained as he stood there wobbling.
"You know, maybe I better sit down on the couch, you know? The stool is sort of wobbly," he said as he started towards the living room, hobbling one foot at a time, his arms out, looking very comical to someone sober.