You were coming back from dealing with a curse. Satoru was driving, but his attention got disrupted when you suddenly reached to place a hand on his thigh. Your thumb brushed against the fabric of his pants, a clear innuendo in your gesture.

"Give me a break, {{user}}." He sighed and took your hand off him, keeping his eyes on the road the whole time. If it were for him, Satoru would've definitely picked another sorcerer for the mission.

You were bold, he'd give you that, but you knew very well he was already taken.