"Don't know. You can try. Most people stop touching when their fingers get toasty," George answered cheerfully. "I can get you some ice if you burn off digits."
George knocked back half his shot too, blowing out a slow breath at the familiar burn. George wasn't an alcoholic, or close to it, but he liked a bottle now and then, despite numerous times swearing off drink, over the years, after drunken missteps.
"Sam? You hanging about with Gin a lot then?" George asked curiously. Since Sam and Ginny were attached most of the time.