Athos's room is near the other Musketeers'. Anne's is a goodly distance away, intentionally. And since they always were married, it makes sense that they somehow- if it's possible - find their way back to that. (That seems so foreign, though, that that isn't exactly forefront to her mind.

No, right now is that desire that she sees, that she feels. With a nod down the hall, she takes his hand, leading him to her room. It's a mimicking of her room at the Louvre, though only she knows this: big and airy with a four-poster bed that hasn't been made (she wasn't imagining she'd have company).

With the door closed behind them, she steps close to him again, chin canted up to kiss him.