"You have no proof that I did, froggy," George answered. I was possible his attempt to evade the quill were what had managed to get him quill-to-the-head instead of to the chest in the first place, but he wasn't going to admit that, either.
Also, conversations where he was giving Roger a hard time would be easier to focus on if he would stay a little further away, just at the moment. "Not really. I mean, I'd have kicked your arse out of bed anyway." Possibly AFTER there'd been some naked. But there was no feasible reason to say that.
He also didn't lean in at all when Roger brushed in close past him. No matter what Davies might claim. "Yeah, fine. See you. Big, stealth-kissing ponce. You just want to take off to go have a wank anyway." He watched Roger go though, and considered flinging the quill at his back.