Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

The corner of Athos’ lips quirk upward, but he makes no reply, merely taking the other bag from Aramis and tugging off the light, slippery sheet to reveal the suit underneath. It is quite modern in its cut, like nothing Athos has ever worn before, but he has expected that, and he must confess that it looks quite fine. Leaving it to drape over the back of the sofa, he leans against the chair’s arm in order to unlace his boots.