A firmer pressure hit his shoulder forcing him to turn to the right a bit as if being pulled, his face draining of what little colour it had as a wave of nausea struck him at the motion. That was weird. When did he ever get dizzy? George stopped on the spot again, trying to get his world to stop moving, a hand coming up to scratch the air by his hole as if his left ear were still in place.
"Freddie, if you got that doll to work I'll fucking kiss you- and then gut you for testing it on me first thing in the bloody morning. And if it's not you, we've got a free loading ghost." He didn't feel himself do it, but George shoved the hand away and started moving again once his feet were steady.