Athos didn't care for the touches when looking as she did, but she allowed them anyway, closing her eyes, eyelids fluttering a bit, "You do not like what I do, Aramis-I will take care of it," She muttered tiredly, shaking her head, though her eyes finally raised at the man's final words.
"'Despise' you, Aramis?" She questioned, the bright blues shining with the buzz of wine she had, her cheeks slightly red with it, "It is not you I despise at all. It is myself, it is this body," She raised a hand to brush fingers along her chest, frowning, "It is women I despise." She leaned her cheek away from his touch and had another drink of wine.