"Well no one can be the magnet for birds we are. It's unique. Can't be taught. But we can probably manage to find you someone not that choosy," George answered generously, watching Percy putter about their kitchen. Which probably hadn't ever actually had someone cooking in it properly before, now that he thought about it.
"You didn't HAVE to learn them. You just did. Fredders and me lived there and didn't learn a thing about cleaning charms." Which was patently obvious. And also not true, since they could probably do them if they had to. They just didn't. He snorted. "And you're going to have to work loads harder to convince me you're shagging some girl all over your flat, so don't worry about us believing that."
George didn't see why they had to stick to one topic when there was more to be had. But he shrugged. "Fine. So, what is it you want us to do? We've got our own shite going on and not that we don't appreciate you finally stepping up to lend a hand - not sure what it is you want us to do to help you do it."