Porthos follows Aramis' gaze to the pond, unable to stop his small sound of yearning for the water that looks so cool and inviting. He's hardly brought anything to swim in, but he's so hot and overworked at the moment that he doesn't think he needs anything at all. "There's a bit left in a few more rooms, but I don't think I can muster up any more for the day. I'm riddled in dust," he says with disgust.

From one look at Aramis, he knows he's not alone in that.