"Well I'm not exactly sure that's proper school material," Atlas said with a grin, pushing his pint away further and shaking his head. "That's alright," he told her. "I don't like smelling wretched anyway."
When she called him boring, he laughed out loud and got off his stool, closing the very small distance between them. His head was over hers now, and he looked down at her face. "I never said I was boring," he said, smirking as he brought one hand up to rest on her thigh. "But I can be dangerous, if that's what you're in to."