She took a pause when it happened. For all in all, she wasn't quite sure how it did end up like that. But there she was, in the boy's lap. She'd have fought him on it, and did perhaps just a little bit, but not enough to actually break away from him. Just enough to let him know that she didn't give in to him that easily.

"Who called? That's all you can say to that? Who called? Gads, woman... yer enough to drive a man nutters, ya know that?

She laughed at him. More like in his face, but it was entirely good natured, and so he had nothing to be offended by.

"You can't say you don't like it," she answered, running her thumb over the stubble on his chin. Ah, the boy did things to her. She wanted to be touching him, everywhere, at all times. Perhaps it was simply Athena's kinesthetic ways. And mind you, it wasn't that sort of touching. She simply took a great deal of comfort and pleasure from the warmth of his skin, the firmness of his body. She especially liked his arms, the feeling of muscle just beneath his skin, a strength that was present even when dormant.

Granted, these are the words of her author, and not those of Athena herself. She'd have laughed if she knew those were her unintelligible thoughts.

She wrinkled her face when he poked at her nose, swatting his hand away. She glanced up at the ceiling when he finished his request, and then to the television, her dog, her beer bottle. Honestly, she wanted to say it. She did. And it wasn't even that big of a deal, except she had been putting it off and playing it off for so long, that now it felt like a wound to her pride to admit it.

She could play coy, or she could continue to be a pain in the arse. Instead, she arched over to set her bottle down, and then reached to him to twist her fingers into the long hair at the nape of his neck. Another of her favorite parts of him.

"Well, if we both know..." she said, trailing off and giving him a crooked sort of grin. "I guess I don't actually have to tell you that I like you. Makes my job easier, you know?"