Half the wine bottle was gone already, and Athos had only had it for ten minutes. Her head was slightly fuzzy and she damned how weak this body was to be slightly drunk already. She was not happy with being in this form, this damned Devil of a form, and her eyes were slightly red with the tears she had stupidily shed. She hated women. She truly did. And now she was one and it was awful. It had been hard when Aramis had changed, because she loved the man so much and to have him be a woman, something Athos couldn't really get used to being trustworthy, it had been hard. She didn't want the man seeing her fret at night over it so she had Aramis sleep in another room. And she felt bad for it, but it had to be done. But, perhaps that was what was upsetting Aramis, making him act like he was, making him speak to her like that.
When he came in the room, Athos took a long drink from her wine bottle, moving away slightly when Aramis got on the bed. "What part? About arguing with me about helping out with the business I run, or about speaking so vulgarly to me? You used to be a priest, Aramis, might I remind you." Her tongue was much more loose when drunk, so this all came out, and in a voice that made her wince. So feminine.