Athos blinks a few times, unable to speak in the face of what they have laid before him in so few words. He swallows hard and flushes, and though he has been naked since he stepped into the shower, only now does he feel truly bare. More than a year has passed since they begun to learn each others’ bodies, but still they have that effect on him.

“Me?” he says, expression nervous as his gaze flickers from Porthos to Aramis. Perhaps he misunderstood.