George flexed one arm in what was probably meant to be an impressive display of muscles, but really looked more like him almost punching himself in the head. Which he, thankfully, managed to not quite do.
George wrinkled his nose, thoughtful rather than disgusted, at the confession, considering that. "That's the best sort anyway. Friends and such." Of course his friends were just friends and didn't actually tumble into bed. Not that he'd say no if Katie suddenly had a mind. Or Wood or Lee. Ange probably, because she was Ange and she'd already shagged Fred. Or near to it. Also because she was Ange and she might well bean him over the head with something heavy if he ever tried to grope her.
He laughed. "I did. Bet you have more though. Know any good ones about Snape secretly getting caught dressing up like a schoolgirl and begging someone to spank him? Because that'd be BRILLIANT and I'd tell EVERYONE." George was not actually that proactive about snogging. He flirted constantly and wildly, but he didn't make many moves with people he knew. That was why he hadn't had anyone he was shagging for Remus to ask about, after all.