"I like you in my arms," he admits, which shouldn't be such a quiet thing, but ends up being so. He knows he shouldn't treat either Aramis or Athos like women, but there's something simple and calm and good about being able to bring them in like this and hold onto them so tightly. He sighs with relief for the coolness, glancing around and beginning to slosh them towards a few of the rocks. "We'll have to trawl this and clean it up, then maybe we could put some fish in it."