"You're plenty good with a knife, too," Porthos points out with a smirk, thinking of the shorter knives and target practice, but they're still knives. He laughs and leans in to kiss Aramis' cheek hard when he fetches his wine, wrapping his arms around him from behind to hold onto him as he works. "This is usually how I bribe Athos into helping," he admits, of his current position.