Porthos snorts derisively as he shoots Athos a dubious look. "Aramis is always asleep until right before I finish, at which point he mysteriously awakens to pester me. That's why he's not allowed to help," he confides, nodding as he gestures to a space six feet from him. "I trust you. I don't trust him not to turn this into an excuse to disrupt my routine." He wiggles his bare toes. "Press the palms of your feet to mine. You're gonna need it for leverage."