It was an old fashioned sort of attitude, and George giggled a bit. "You've never had a go with some of the Quidditch girls, then." Which actually, George never had. But they struck him as girls who would probably take charge and not like a bit of bruising here and there. George was more playful than rough anyway, most of the time.
He pursed his lips, attention wandering a little as he considered the source of the dents at the Black house. Sirius had been a bit thin and mangy and mad. But once in a while you could look at him and see how fit he was when he was younger. Plus George had seen some pictures. It wasn't that bad of an image. Especially if he stuck Tonks there too. Or off to the side watching or something.
He looked a little crosseyed by the time he got to the bit about the back of Remus' neck. "Huh." George pursed his lips thoughtfully and reached to try to steal Remus' shot instead of getting his own. "So you're a kinky old ponce, huh?"