Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Porthos gives a cry of offense when his own cake is stolen, but his smug smirk comes after as he leans forward to pour each of them coffee, putting a dash of brandy in Athos' as he slides it over to him, knowing what the man likes. His own is filled to the brim with sugar and he gives Aramis all his own fixings, to give him the control. "Clothes," Porthos says automatically, his gaze turning to Athos and sizing him up slowly, smirking as he raises his brows in Aramis' direction. "Wouldn't he look handsome in a pair of silk pajamas?"