"Only your teeth," Porthos' wicked reply comes with a devious smirk, leaning in for a kiss before Athos returns. Porthos finishes with his old hat put upon his head and though he might be wearing modern clothes, they're hidden under the outer layers of his musketeer self, a merging of the two worlds.

"It's not dreadful to be tasting cakes," he scowls. "They're the best part of the meal. You'll see."