"Not hard enough," he said, smiling. "You're just drunk."
Ronan stared for a moment. He didn't want to think about the fact that Atlas was older than Ben and comparing him with his father. "Yeah, okay, not your dad, but I can be a friend." He was trying to help, had since they had first met in Diagon Alley.
"How about you make decisions with life changing ramification when you aren't drunk, yeah?" he asked, with a smile. "But if you want to kick arse, then I'd suggest the Hit Wizards, or the Aurors, but we can discuss it in the morning." He ruffled Atlas' hair. "Let's get you to bed, pup. You can play macho werewolf when you feel better."