Athos leaned into the kiss, sucking at Aramis' bottom lip with a tiny nod, "It was, Aramis," She murmured, hand stroking the man's chest-he felt much bigger, stronger, when Athos felt so tiny and weak. It was an interesting shiver that went up her spine at the feeling of being at Aramis mercy in this form. She cuddled closer, leaning up into the kiss with a soft whine.