He accepts the coffee gratefully, feeling restored just for the smell of it. "I'd have been more surprised to have caught you bent into one of those evil shapes," Aramis admits, "And am sorry for having missed your assist."

He drifts closer to Porthos, unable to do anything but when he's got half himself pushed into the air like that, and smiles down at him. "You can terrorize him from now on with threats of mutual practice."