"You see?" Aramis laughs, arching faintly into Athos' touch. "Some days he behaves better than others." He noses Athos' cheek until it turns and the pair of them can gaze at Porthos. "Leave your nest of pillows and get over here," he demands. "Watching you kiss Athos will certainly inspire me. He is pliant and relaxed." Aramis noses down Athos' jaw next. "I can still feel him trembling."