"Or those pretending to be," Aramis is quick to point out, sliding his hand up Porthos' back to rub between his shoulder blades. "We could search deeper into this wood," he says, "Now or in daylight. Perhaps we'll find a nest. Or we could go to the next place on the map."

Aramis lifts his shorn chin. "It would be a shame to waste this much beauty on a single hunt."