The women in his life of late, particularly Ninon, had taken the first steps with him. Athos has found himself quite the passive participant in his own romantic life, but when Faith mentions having two beds in the room, he inclines his thanks with a simple nod, feeling dreadfully as though he is sobering up and decides that perhaps a drunken mistake might be initiated by him and it will not end the world.

So rather than cower to impropriety, Athos thinks that Ninon would be quite proud of him as he steps into her personal space and slides his hand down her side in order to press a drunkenly lingering kiss to her lips, as if to inform her that he would not mind, no if there had only been one bed.