"Don't look at me," is Athos' protest. "I arrived within the odd structure and found myself under the weight of two bottles of wine before I thought to wander," he says, and had only found a maze of odd machines and carpets, which had only driven him to drink even further. "I would feel remiss if you did not allow me to pay for at least some," he insists, traipsing along with a heavy lilt of clumsiness in each step.