"No, you don't," Minerva said hotly, continuing to walk and smoke the fag in her hand. "But I accept your apology for behaving like a complete arse and thank you for it. The apology that is."
When he stopped her, Minerva stood and looked at him long and hard and then took another drag off her cigarette before pinching it between her fingers and then flicking it off to the side of the street. She exhaled the smoke through her nose with force.
"Exclusive?" she repeated in disbelief, though her voice was calm and even. "I can't believe you're even asking. It's as if you just met me, instead of knowing me for the past couple of months. Atlas, I don't get into relationships. We can be friends and if you want to fuck me, then fine but that's as far as it's ever going to be," she told him.
She shook her head, folding her arms over across her chest.
"You know, I might have considered it if you hadn't gone and poured your sob story to Ben and Ronan. I was hoping that Ronan would like me just a little because he means so much to Ben, but it's clear now to me that it will be an impossibility. Thanks to you. Though I'm not surprised, really - just pissed off. And I tried, very hard to be nice and not a complete bitch when I came to the pub tonight, but that was a complete waste of my energy."
She snorted, rolling her eyes.
"I can't believe I was even going to volunteer at that new werewolf clinic too - because I knew that would help you out as well, with whatever they may have to offer. But, of course I don't give a shit about you as you so aptly noted before. And you know what? You'll finally get your wish."