Too sated even to be embarrassed by Aramis’ comment, Athos turns his smile lazy and inviting, lifting an expectant brow at Porthos. He must admit, there is something unexpectedly thrilling in the thought of making Porthos beg, of testing the limits of his impatience, but that suggestion can wait for another time - or perhaps remain a pleasant fantasy in Athos’ mind that he dares not speak. For now, though, he only wants to be close to Porthos, and in some small way make up for the pain he has caused these last weeks. “Come here,” he murmurs, voice low.