“You will serve.” Amusement briefly twinkling in his eyes - for all the seriousness of the situation, Aramis can make a spectacle of anything - and Athos holds out a hand. “Crucifix.” He won’t make a very good victim if the vampires cannot even approach.

Urging Porthos closer with a jerk of his head, for they can hardly plan in secret if he stands so far away, Athos explains, “Now Aramis puts on a show. Come with me.” He gestures for Porthos to follow him to a low wall nearby.