Looking at Aramis with a deep frown, Athos reached for the bottle again, squirming from the kisses, "They have never been of any good to anyone. Look at D'Artagnan. All of his energy for one woman, all his heart, to have her killed by the Devil's dam," She might look a delicate woman, but she still had the mannerisms of the stronger Athos, and so she pushed against Aramis to try and get the wine, "It makes me uncomfortable, Aramis, that you insinuate that I did not love you when you were a woman. I will always love you. I just found it difficult to be near you when you were not the face I had come to trust. And you may be bitter all you want and treat me the same way as we know this will not last. I do not care."