“Sounds like excuses,” Athos drawls with a smirk. Both his hands wrapped snugly around hid mug, he slowly drinks down the warming coffee, finally beginning to feel human again after the haze of the morning. His gaze flickers to Aramis and Porthos - warm, and content, and barely clothed - and then away again, back down into his mug. They will always be a temptation at the edge of his vision, but one of his certain he can resist, for the sake of their friendship.

“Any plans for today?"