Magica, so lost in her own pleasure, couldn't see what Scrooge was doing for Poe. Not that it really mattered to her - she grabbed his arms, trying to move in time with him, calling for him over and over.

Poe, of course, was more than grateful for what Scrooge was trying to do. His own thrusting slowed down, if only to take in how good it felt. He growled to Scrooge's ear. "You really are a greedy bastard."