Porthos shifts a little further so he can wrap his hands around his ankle and move his other leg into a completely straight line, pointing his toes to the ceiling as the stretch burns through all of his muscles. "Since when have I ever looked past a chance to embarrass Aramis?" he wonders with a devious smirk. "At least, with you. Maybe don't tell d'Artagnan, but yeah, he overheated. This was before he and I were together or anything. Had to carry him home and dump him in cold water."

"Like I told him, normally that's you I'm doing it to," he points out, swinging his leg back down and switching to stretch out the other side of his body in the same pose.