For all that Darby was a boy and therefore tended towards oblivious on most occasions, he was anything but as Athena shifted her body closer to him. And he was anything but surprised that she didn't appear to pay any heed, whatsoever, to his very clear words - in his head - about what he wanted.

And so, when she asked, for the second time, who called and shifted closer to him, he made the task easier.

In a quick move, after setting down his beer, he had her in his lap, a smirk on his features that clearly stated that he'd won that bit of it. And so, with her warmth mingling with his own, and causing some interest down below.

"Who called? That's all you can say to that? Who called? Gads, woman," he scolded lightly, "yer enough to drive a man nutters, ya know that? Now," he poked her nose, "tell me what we both know, and then," he grinned, "I'll tell you my fantastic news."