Athos has quite a considerable amount of more clothes to contend with, given that he hadn't stopped to update his wardrobe to the modern chic. He is in the midst of prying loose all his weapons, though his gaze drifts to her and breath catches in his throat. He might be utterly drunk, but it has been a terribly long time since he's been given the chance to truly regard a beautiful woman without anything on. "Not to alarm you, but I fear if I don't allow this pent-up energy out, I may explode," he says matter-of-factly. "As if a spark on a powder keg."

"You should get on the bed," he suggests, mild, but without any hint of regret as he kicks off his boots.