"Yes, it is. A very, very nice one." She smirked, as Minerva could imagine what he did to 'take care of it' as he mentioned. "Sort of like you don't use it and you lose it type thing?"
Minerva wasn't going to acquiesce so quickly. She leaned in when Atlas lay back down on the bed and pressed a wet kiss to the middle of his chest. Her hand still stroked the muscles in his groin, just above where his cock was hardening and lengthening with arousal.
"Touch what? You have to tell me...I'm just a simple witch, after all," she pretended to simper.