“You would like to think that, wouldn’t you?” With a smirk of his own, Athos arches into the touch of both men. He does not take pleasure in talk the way Aramis and Porthos seem to. His natural reticence extends to the bedroom, and even as he lays himself bare in so many ways, he cannot find the words to express his more prurient thoughts. Nevertheless, he is glad to tease the other two men about what they are obviously eager to hear, true or not. “You would like to imagine me thinking of you."