The admission brought curious blue eyes back to Marcus' face, George's mouth slightly ajar as if he were unsure how to react. He tilted his head up to meet the kiss halfway. Even in his drunken state he could tell this kiss was different from their usual demanding kisses.
He giggled a little as he was lifted, finding it amusing the other man could do it so easily. George wasn't exactly the lightest person around. His earlier confusion and curiousity forgotten. He freely let Grumpy take the bottle of Jack, settling back against the soft silk sheets.
He lifted a hand and tried to reach the laces of his boot but failing miserably because his booted foot was no where near his hand. "Fuck it," he muttered, pulling his wand out and with a simple swish vanished his clothes to who knows where. Somehow the clothes he vanished magically ended up back in his cupboard, cleaned and ready to wear again. He suspected he must vanish them to his Mum. Or clothes cleaning pixies... one of the two.
"Mmm," he hummed, snuggling back into the silk sheets. "Much better. Though colder. Think you can fix that?"
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