"If he does not he certainly shall soon," replies Aramis, wrapping his arms around Athos from behind so he can undo his trousers, pulling them down without hesitation, and sets his fingers to the buttons of Athos' shirt next. "Wait until he's rubbed it all over your body," he suggests, leaning in to speak against Athos' ear with a smirk for Porthos. "You'll go mad with wanting."