Porthos laughs and falls into the dance, a smirk on his face. "Because it wasn't for an advertisement or anything of the sort. It was for product packaging. The sort of thing they wrap around an item," he says, daring Aramis to guess with a sparkling look in his eyes. "Go on," he encourages. "Let's see if you can't figure out what part of me will be gracing the department stores in the next few months."