He was blushing. George really wanted to crow about it and usually he would have. But thoughts about preggers shopgirls (the one that didn't actually have a prick), and his brother and such were distracting enough that he let it go. Again. Which might be a record for George. Though he still smirked. Again.
George also refused to notice that Davies, who really wasn't at all frog faced, was kind of attractive when he started to turn red. Bugger him, anyway.
He shrugged finally in answer. "It's just shite is all. Like Fredders is ready to play dad. And now we'll have to hire a new shopgirl." Which was the worst excuse ever. "And I'm not upset, anyway. Just a bit brassed."