"And what is proper school material if we're learning about werewolves and vampires and inferi and other things that go bump in the night," Minerva asked, raising an eyebrow. She was surprised when he pushed his pint away, and felt a bit guilty for giving him grief of how he smelled.
"You don't smell that bad, I was just taking the piss," she advised. "I can be a bit of a smart ass, yeah?"
Minerva narrowed her eyes when Atlas grew closer and her defenses started giving her alarms in her head. He was pretty tall, even just standing and Minerva looked up.
She was used to this kind of bloke trying to pick her up - one who had too many drinks and thought he was king of it all. Minerva didn't even flinch when he put his hand on her thigh, for if she did usually this type would start trouble.
"Danger can be fun, under some circumstances," she murmured coyly. "But maybe I'm just an innocent little witch who doesn't know any better?"