"You speak as though this will last," Athos notes calmly. "If I can escape the awful lights of Las Vegas and I can rid myself of those infernal ice powers, then I can surely find a way to disavow myself of this figure," he notes sharply, happy to see his room approach. He digs out his key and shoves it into the door furiously, pushing inside with a shoulder pressed to the wood. "I don't dare think of you finding it. The horror and broken hearts you would cause..."