For once she didn't mind Atlas' possessiveness over her. It actually made her feel quite safe and gave her a thrill to know that his eyes were only on her. After all, she wasn't the only attractive witch in the club that night.
"Stop glaring at everyone, Atlas - you look like you're going to tear out any blokes liver and eat it raw if they even look my way," she teased.
Minerva then looked him up and down. "Only because I know what's underneath. It's like Christmas morning, anticipating on unwrapping you," she whispered, kissing him back briefly.
"I wouldn't mind one of those cocktails - A Candied Apple? That sounds kind of refreshing."