"And how's that working out for you, Oliver?" George asked, swilling the lager around in the glass, "she's an adorable little thing, but entirely too well-behaved for my tastes." He smirked. "Unless...?"
A laugh. "Breaking your heart? For shame. What ever can I do to mend it for you?" He shrugged and took another drink. "Same as last time. It's been a bit of a marathon if you want the honest truth."