Annoyed, Roger picked up the closest thing he could throw without permanently disfiguring George's grinning face. It happened to be a quill, which didn't give the most satisfying sound when it hit, but drained some of his annoyance.
"You're deflecting," Roger said, before adding unnecessarily, "And I wouldn't have to get you drunk and you know it." Roger was, however, sure that he would have to be drunk to ever attempt that. Not that he wanted to. Really.