Porthos had never really thought too hard about what Athos would look like undone, before all this. He'd let his imagination stray to kisses and touches, but never so far as to think about him like this, and god, but he can't help the wonder in his eyes as he stares at Athos now, glancing at Aramis with a teasing smirk. "C'mon, chou. Don't leave our darling waiting."