Porthos gives Aramis a stern look, unable to help himself given how badly the other day had gone. "We're still not going out for very long," he insists, hoping he sounds sensible and not firmly demanding. He's just worried is all, and he doesn't want to have to see Aramis suffer in the cold again.

"It's because I didn't offer alcohol too, isn't it?" he remarks, of Athos' denial. "What if I told you we'd buy some ales, too?"