"Not yet," George answered, still sounding less than thrilled. Marriage and monogamy and all of that hadn't even come up in conversation, that George knew about. But when it came to family, George - and Fred - were a big old fashioned. They'd been raised by a married, in-love couple and in George's mind, that was usually how that sort of thing worked. So he expected to hear about marriage, and rings, and Fred moving in with the little bloody woman, eventually. Which made him annoyed, because otherwise he might be morose about it, and George refused to mope. It wasn't even a little fun.
His eyes dropped, looking at the front of Roger's trousers and then giving him a knowing, deeply smug smirk. But he didn't mention it, at least. "Yeah. Not me that has to worry about a sprog, or anything."