George hesitated a second and then shrugged. "I like blokes. And birds. And no particular reason that I'm not getting laid, save the people I hang about are usually friends, and shagging elsewhere, and the rest of the time I'm working." Working was a lot like playing in George's world, but it was still true. He hung about Ang, who had dated Fred and was thus off limits. And was Ang besides, so she never wanted to shag him. Or Katie, or Ali, or Wood or Lee or other friends. He picked up people now and then, but not that often. Usually he just flirted and tormented - which were more or less the same thing, and that was as far as it went.
Of course he made out that he got laid a lot more than he actually did. And it wasn't like he COULDN'T if he was trying. He just hadn't been trying was all.
"Suppose you're getting it often enough. Tonks seems like she'd be up for it." Tonks was cute and fun, and George might have thought about fancying her a bit, if he didn't wonder just how clumsy she might be in bed, since knocking over everything was cute, but accidentally kneeing in the groin hurt a lot.
That wasn't the sort of thing you should ask a former professor probably. But George was drunk enough that what little sense of propriety he had wasn't operating. Plus Remus started it!