"We try as much as we can to earn that money that appears," Porthos says, knowing that the money is a sore subject with both of them. He's happy for its appearance, but finds it strange that it comes from nowhere. He shifts so that his bare foot touches the outside of Aramis' far ankle, a quiet contact that he can draw strength from without having Athos see. "There's that money, then we have our security work, and beyond that, there are ways to earn money that aren't through a patroness."

"Prize fights, for instance," he supplies.