His own shoulders relaxing a bit with the effort and release, Athos shrugs and offers a faint flicker of a smile, drawing his knees together and resting his elbows against them. “So this is what you do every morning,” he murmurs, half to himself. He’s more curious than he expected to be, and more intrigued. He would not have assumed that something so careful and controlled would have become part of Porthos’ routine.