"Well I suppose I'll be the judge of that," George replied with a smirk. "You seem nice enough to me. You haven't thrown anything at me yet, anyway."
"Only as often as she'll allow," he admitted truthfully, fighting back a frown that began to tug at his lips. "So no, not very often."
"Well, all right, then. Let me know if you change your mind," George shrugged, carefully setting the crystals on a nearby table before going back to rummaging in his bag. "Are you sure you wouldn't like something that explodes?"