Athos closes his eyes for the contact, the touch an infernal and intimate thing that makes him lean back into those familiar hands. He'd always loved her hands and it takes a long moment, but Athos' eyes flicker open finally to stare in the mirror, but he hasn't any time for his own reflection. There is only her. He grimaces and bows his head forward to permit Milady to work. "Do whatever you will with it," he instructs. "Make it workable."