Athos nudges her legs apart with his knee, reaching down to unlace his braies rapidly as he bears down, his kisses turning messier and clumsier for his attention split. Cursing under his breath in French, he does manage to get them loose, wiggling his hips to push them down and off, easing back to look her in the eyes one last time before they go further.

"I'm not entirely drunk past the point of awareness, but if something becomes too much, tell me," he requests of her.