She chuckled, running a finger over his lower lip. "Don't worry about it. That's something that we don't have to go over right now," Minerva said, though a part of her was glad that he didn't shut down the idea completely.
Minerva grabbed his arm, her grip stronger than he probably thought she was capable of but she wasstronger now than before. "Atlas, stop. Okay, don't be. You've done nothing wrong," she told him, before letting go.
She still felt the pricks of her fangs which meant that because it was close to when she usually took her 'dose', they wouldn't go away quite as easy. Wordlessly she stood up and went to her cloak. She pulled out the phial of blood - enough for what was needed - and drank it down with her back turned to Atlas.
Minerva waited until the dose was being absorbed and her fangs went back in before turning around. She sighed sadly at Atlas' question, and shook her head.
Between his legs she knelt and looked up at him, her cheeks now pink and her lips pinker still. "No, it won't. I mean, there are things that could and might but it will never go back to the way it was. How can it, Atlas? I'm different now, just like you are."