She stayed silent for a moment before answering Atlas. Minerva sighed, not really wanting to talk about that meeting but of course Atlas would want to know.
"About you. About werewolves and how they dealt with relationships. What should I expect if I got involved with you exclusively."
Minerva then huffed out a sarcastic little laugh. "Oh, and if I should fuck around on you or something to that affect, or harm you, that he'll basically kill me." She shook her head against Atlas' chest. "Of course, if it ever came to that I'd take whatever he did to me willingly. I know you like him, but he's just a bully to whoever doesn't fit into his little world."
She sighed. "I don't want to talk about him, though. As long as he takes care of Ben, I don't give a shite."
Minerva felt Atlas tense up and she lifted her head and shifted to look at him.
"It's in London and I know what you're thinking but I want to be with you, Atlas. Actually, I'd like it if you came to the club one night and met Jeanette and the others. Some of them cater to the whole vampiric sex image that the muggles go for, but that's not what I'm there for. It's a job and I can learn about my own kind. The rest is just nonsense," she told Atlas, trying to reassure him.
She then smirked. "Besides, you can be my human and then when they know I have one no one will try and fuck with me."
Minerva's smile faded and she put her hand over his against her cheek. "Or I'll just walk into the sun and finish it."