Porthos steps out from the brisk shower, shivering a little but awake for it. He wraps his arms around his dripping self and nods over his shoulder to the running water that's sliding to warm now. He yanks a towel from behind Aramis and leans over to start running the tub's water, most of the dirt off him but for that they'll have to scrub.

"Don't tease him, I bet he already has plans drawn up."