Porthos sips at his cup, raising a brow as he gives a firm nod that says they are, indeed, the most comfortable. He rarely uses them, but then, Porthos rarely sleeps in anything but a pair of comfortable boxer-briefs that allow him to wake up in the morning and do his yoga. At the thought, he perks up. "Maybe Athos could join me for my morning yoga," he says, eager for someone and if it isn't Athos, perhaps it's Constance and d'Artagnan he needs to convince. "Or," he offers, catching Athos' eye, "we could introduce him to the wonders of the hot shower."