Porthos spares a thought for how strange their sex life truly is, but soon he's lost all thought between the process of Aramis filling him up, the pain and strain he has to fight through, and then the pleasure that rewards him after. He gives a moan, grasping at grass around them and uprooting it for his slow movement. "Billowy white ones," he agrees. "Not to the floor, though. Just enough to give us some privacy."