Aramis drinks from the bottle as he returns, smiling for the sight of them twined together as he sets it on the nightstand. "We can do as much or as little as you like," he agrees, stripping his shirt from his shoulders. It's a little chilly in the room yet, but Aramis knows that won't last for long, undoing his belt next to push his trousers from his hips. He can't help but make slow going of it, a long held habit for Porthos' benefit, but he leaves his boxers on for now.

Crawling on his knees towards them, Aramis sits back on his heels. "But I find it's best to throw you in the deep end and see how well you swim."