While she very much knows what she's doing, it isn't as if Milady isn't entirely unaffected either. This is Athos, regardless of the form, and whatever it is that ebbs and flows between them colors her cheeks just a little. When Athos speaks, she meets his eyes and sees that affection, however sodden and she feels her chest tighten with it, her fingers stilling.

She still wants that hope, she still wants to be that better woman. What an irony that she now faces a woman in this moment. "You have undone the pins in my hair enough times to know something," she reminds him, "of the reverse of that."