"Perhaps he thinks we mean the other handsome blue-eyed vampire slayer in our bedroom," says Aramis, rising from the bed. "With the furrowed brow." Turning Athos to him by his chin, Aramis kisses the worried divot between Athos' eyes. "You certainly don't have to," he adds with a quick grin at Porthos, "Though I promise you would enjoy it, and so would we."