From the feel of the scars under her hands, Minerva could tell how much damage had been done to him. She bit her lip, not sure if she wanted to see. It would completely cement the fact that he was a werewolf to her.
However, besides that Atlas was charming and even if a bit forward, never caused her to feel threatened.
Minerva met his eyes as his hand moved through her hair. "Show me," she whispered.