Rolling his eyes, Atlas sat up and grabbed her round the waist against, pulling her into his lap. "I know girls do it," he said. "But you shouldn't have to. You've got a perfectly got wolf here, at your beck and call whenever you should need him."
He grinned and reached his hand down, slipping his fingers into the waistband of her jeans. "All you have to do is owl," he murmured, pushing his fingers in further, down into her knickers.