Porthos tugs Aramis back down into his lap, stroking his fingers through Aramis' hair, marvelling yet at how handsome a man he is. "I only wish he could be both of ours by blood. I don't think a handsomer child would ever be conceived," he says, aware he's boasting, but also aware it's not far from the truth. "We're going to have that sort of life here," he says firmly. "One with love, no matter how many people are under our roof."