Merlin, the boy was clueless for someone who'd been hitting on him only seconds before. Perhaps he should have seen it coming when he hadn't even suspected the swap, but still. George rolled his eyes, picked up his pint, and drained the rest of it. "Let's make this simple. Meet me upstairs in five minutes, and you will be getting lucky." He winked at him, and got up from his seat, leaving Zach behind. He paused only to whisper something to Fred before heading upstairs.