"Ah, I'm sorry, Megs," George let out a sigh as he moved closer and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I support you in whatever you choose to do, you know that. I just worry is all. It's a terrible habit I think I picked up from my mother." He frowned at that thought.
"Just let me know if you ever need him smacked around a little. I'm still your chaperone slash bodyguard, after all."