It's enough for him to understand that Athos doesn't feel ill will towards him. He nods, firmly, and pries the book back so that he can pick one last pose for the morning. He's almost surprised Aramis isn't already up, but maybe he heard the conversation and has been holding back. "Thank you," he murmurs, rifling through the pages until he finds one he likes, grinning as he sets it aside.

"Go back to your coffee, I don't need your help for this one," he says, kneeling down and folding his back to the floor and grabbing his ankles as he bears his shoulder into the ground and arches his hips up.