Nearly snorting her whiskey, Minerva glared at Atlas in amusement. "You can't possibly... Atlas your leg is all fucked up," she chided, shaking her head at him for even suggesting such a thing. Not that Minerva had objections to taking advantage of Atlas, but not like that.
"Resting would speed the healing process just as much," she informed, taking another sip of her whiskey. "So...you want to tell me how it was?"