"And if I do? What are you going to do, Atlas? You going to be the one to chop off my head? Put a stake through my heart? Think you can handle that?"
Minerva took another drag from her cigarette.
"Look you have the luxury of being able to have a potion to control your condition - I don't. I don't drink blood, I die. It's a simple as that. Which means everyone around me is in danger, including you."
She shook her head, beginning to pace back and forth in front of Atlas, smoking her cigarette. "Believe me, short of killing you if there's something else I'll find a way - I usually do," she muttered.
"That's the thing I don't get - why the fuck are you here? What do you think you're going to gain from being here?"