"Your plan, you mean." Athos accepts the kiss, grasping the other man's shirt as he responds. For his pains, he steps away to discover that Aramis’ deft fingers have left his shirt untucked, and his belts and weapons pooled on the floor. Athos rolls his eyes, but he is smiling, and when Aramis departs, he steps towards Porthos for another kiss. “After you," he murmurs against his lips.