"Dark hair, murder in my eyes. I could look less like her," Athos has to say for it, given that he could see Milady anywhere, given the chance to look for similarities, however slight. He rubs a hand over his face and tries to cling to the bottles, only stumbling a few times in his walk towards his room. "Though, perhaps this is a kindness to help me hide from her, once I've changed my clothes."