Porthos quirks up his lips in a grin as he looks at Athos and the way he's never seen him before, so stupidly grateful that it's them who get to see it and no one else. "You are right there," he agrees, sliding his fingers over Athos' shoulder as he twines his other hand into Aramis' hair for another kiss, smirking as he moves his touch to Athos' hands, depositing those hands to Aramis' hips.

"So be a good man and strip him, would you?"