"He gets pinched in the face. Maybe not angry," Porthos admits, stuffing the chicken with the herbs and the cheese to give it flavour. "Annoyed? Upset," he says, but he's stabbing in the dark as far as he knows, because he doesn't know why Athos is actually cross with it. "I don't know. Maybe he needs to spend more time with us at the shelter with kids? See how we'll be as parents?"