She smiled, looking down at her glass. "Well, thank you. And yes, I do feel better," Minerva admitted, then sighed.
She was silent for several moments. "I hate it. But I want it at the same time." She shook her head.
"I dunno anymore."
Minerva took another sip of her drink, smiling at Gideon for letting her finish her fag. "My lungs are the last worry on my mind now," she told him, taking another drag and then exhaling away from his direction.
"So you're a hit wizard who fudges his night report, isn't threatened by a vampire but actually doesn't mind being nibbled on and can mix a rather tasty cocktail. Plus, has literally been given a second life."
Minerva gave Gideon a smile. "You're a very unique wizard Mr. Prewett."