Angelina rose an eyebrow at George. She wasn't completely sure how to respond to 'Whatever you want', mostly because she'd never been told it before. Ang tapped her fingers onto of George's hand, and slowly nodded. "Kind of like, our little secret I guess." Angelina would much rather call it that; especially since the word 'secret' meant so much to her. She wouldn't dream of spilling one of the girl's secrets, so if she treated whatever her and George were like a secret... well Ang would have no reason or anything that compelled her to tell it. It would also be rather nice to share something exclusive with George. This way it would feel like they were protecting their relationship and giving it time to grow into whatever it wanted.
Squeezing his hand, Angelina turned to look at his eyes. "Are you sure?" she asked, mostly because she didn't want to pressure him into anything. She thought about bringing up Fred and what he had said, but that had been so long ago. Ang wasn't even sure if she remembered the conversation correctly anymore - how could she, when her thoughts had been consumed with the fact that Fred was standing before her. "It's okay if you're not..." Angelina said, even if she didn't fully mean it. Of course, she wouldn't freak out on him, but she wouldn't be entirely happy either.