"You encourage me all the time. You came over with liquor, that's encouraging," George pointed out dryly. "You shouldn't be jealous though, your arse is almost as nice as mine. Really close, really. You can give me another good look though, if you want me to try to reassess." George actually didn't want to ogle Ang as much as he made out. He wouldn't object - she was hot - but they were friends, and despite the constant attempts to get her to share locker room pictures, he wasn't after more than that when she used to snog his twin. (And him, once, but that'd just been funny.)
"Flint looked better with boils. But then, look what the ugly git had to work with to begin with." George eyed the blank parchment. "We should draw the broom-dicks first. So we know we have enough room." He picked up the nearest quill and started trying to sketch out a deeply phallic looking broom. Mostly, he just got the phallic part, without the broom bit. It was starting to look a good deal like a dick with inexplicable bristles.
"I'm always good," he muttered, sticking his tongue out the corner of his mouth as he worked.