Now that Aramis has met both d'Artagnan and Porthos in the form of a lady, it doesn't surprise him as much as it could to find Athos this way - or, admittedly, he assumes it's Athos, who, too, makes a striking woman. He has just had his own glass of wine when he recognizes if not the tenor of the voice, but the tone. He will approach carefully, though, cocking his head. "Athos?"