"Good," Athos says firmly, rubbing at his eyes and shoving back loose, frizzy wisps of hair that have made their way to his face. He wonders at what he looks like, but does not wish to look in a mirror. In fact, he could use a bucket of cool water, about now. "Then we are decided," he says with mock-cheer. "You will not allow the King to cut off any part of you, as I imagine I know which he would be quick to remove."