She gave Atlas a sharp look. "Which Auror?" Minerva asked, suddenly worried. She hoped it wasn't someone that would give Atlas a hard time down the road...and she knew James was ill, and gods knows if he was still working right now.
"Fucking hell, Atlas. You don't think he's going to be a problem, do you?" Minerva didn't let his nuzzling into her neck distract her. "Shite, you shouldn't have waited so long."
Now she was worried...Minerva chewed on her lip, thinking.
When they arrived at the restaurant, she still worried about his encounter with the Auror and was quiet when they entered the establishment. "Smells fantastic in here," she murmured, smiling at Atlas.