Porthos smirks as he watches the flush in Athos' cheeks, the turn of Aramis' tongue, and snuggles as he pulls them both in a little tighter against the breadth of his body. "And yet, you're here with us," he replies cheerfully, "So obviously you don't much mind being a little ridiculous with us."

He leans over to press a kiss to Athos' temple. "Dinner when I wake up?" he asks, of the both. "I'll go the store and get us something nice."