Porthos grunts as he nods. "No harm done," he says, arching his brow. "You looked fairly willing to go with them. Imagine someone without a cross, without knowing. It wouldn't take more than two charming people to coax them into a bad situation."

He dusts himself off, packing up the remainder of their things. "Were there more spots?" he asks, curt, ready to get to the next piece of hunting, if there is one.