For a second, Porthos hears nothing but a rush in his ears. For a second, he can't actually believe he's hearing what he is. His clasp on Aramis' hand turns so firm that he might crush a bone or two if not for the fact that he remembers himself a moment later. He pushes his chair back suddenly, the noise bringing him back to steadiness as he stares at Aramis like he's waiting for permission to cross the floor, but he's already beside Athos before he can stop himself.

"You will?" he confirms, half wary as if expecting a trick. His hands, however, are already sliding up and down Athos' hips and sides, like they're just waiting for the opportunity to grab like a vise and pin him in for Aramis. "Aramis, come here and show him how certain we are," he growls, waiting to flip Athos around for him until Aramis is on his feet.