George blinked at him, plainly a little flummoxed, and showing it, rare as that was for him. He licked his lips and then caught on.
Oh. Right. Davies was a WANKER. George snored. "I didn't say you weren't attractive. Just not THAT attractive. You're fine. For a frog face. Snogging me doesn't change that, you know. I mean I was surprised. Can't prove a thing," he managed flippantly.
George was going to slip something in his drink that would shrivel up his cock into a peanut for a month for this. Or give him a permanent hard on. Or something else really bloody unpleasant.