"Oh I highly doubt that," Atlas grinned deviously, moving his fingers slowly over her thigh. "If you were just cute little innocent witch you wouldn't still be talking to me. You wouldn't have even started."
With another smirk, he leaned in close to her ear and inhaled deeply through his nose. She smelled good. Really good. "And if you knew better," he said, his voice slightly shakey from her scent. "You wouldn't let me get this close. I'm not a good boy."