Normally, Aramis would go find cloths and water to clean them up, but Porthos tightens his hold on the both of them, stubbornly trying to avoid that because he doesn't want anyone to leave this perfect, warm, longed-for embrace. "You know," he rumbles, voice low and filled with joyful content, "I don't think this is what Paris had in mind when they called us Inseparable, but I can't find it in me to mind."