"I notice you said nothing about it being irritating," George pointed out with a lopsided grin, leaning back in his chair. He nearly lost his balance and had to scramble to right himself. "... So I'll let you have the shrill if you agree to keep the irritating." Maybe she hadn't noticed.
"It might be. I'll be sure to let you know when I get there," he nodded, motioning for another drink.
"So what brings you here, anyway? And talking to a Weasley, no less? I'd have thought you'd rather be caught dead."