Verity quirked her lips to the side and pulled a disbelieving face. "Please," she scoffed, shaking her head. "I know you well enough to be able to tell the difference between you." Another drink appeared in front of her and she downed it, smiling gratefully and mentally promising a large tip. Alcohol fueling her, she twisted in her seat towards him and tapped his nose with her finger.
"For instance," she lied, trying to keep a straight face. "Your smile is more crooked than George's." She dropped her hand down and gently ran her thumb across his lip. "In a good way, of course."