Aramis settles the waistcoat carefully, his fingers moving to do up the buttons with speed, for he is more eager than ever now to see Athos' fully dressed - and isn't that a change from his usual feelings where those he finds attractive are concerned? With Athos' pleasure unspoken but all but palpable, were he anyone else, Aramis would already be searching fervently for the right moment to strike, but with Athos he is careful. Not for the sake of their friendship, either, but for the sake of Athos, himself.

Reckless though Aramis has often been with his heart, he refuses to be with Athos' own, and he helps Athos into his jacket next, doing those buttons as well before he adds the pocket square and steps back.

"Oh dear," he says, a little stunned despite his own predictions. "Ruinous." Aramis laughs, grasping Athos' elbow. "Do you have a proper mirror in this place?"