He smirked and leaned to the bar tender, ordering her drink and one for himself. "The looking I might be able to handle," he began. "But if anyone makes a move, I would be very interesting in ripping out their livers."
Atlas chuckled slightly and accepted the drinks from the man behind the bar, passing Minerva's to her and taking a sip of his own. "Delicious," he murmured, and reached over to touch her hair gently.