He always found her attractive at least, but she'd also always had a soft spot in his heart. Maybe it was from their Quidditch days, maybe it was something else, he didn't rightly know, but he didn't care either. And the last time she'd really seen him was probably before Fred had died, he'd been a completely different person then. Yes, he still joked around, but he'd lived a great deal more since his school days, he was much more serious than he used to be, and quite sick of being alone. Actually, he was pretty sure his mother was sick of him being along too, if for no other reason than because she worried her head off about him, even though he had recovered as fully as he could.
"Alright I will, and I think you should dress up at least a little, so that every other couple in the place will be jealous of how good we look together." he winked at her, and kissed her back, but she pushed him before it could become anything serious. He smiled at her again, in his usual George way and nodded. "Alright, fine, I'm gone, I think it's been an interesting enough night for me anyways, should probably get some sleep before opening up tomorrow."