"We needn't do it all at once," Aramis reminds him. There's no sense in Porthos wearing himself out, when apparently this will all take an age no matter what they do. He plucks at his shirt, finally giving into the urge to tug it over his head.

"We ought to clean up before he head home," he says, shaking his hair so that it at least unmats from his skull, and turns to smile at Porthos. Raising a brow, Aramis nods towards the pond.