Porthos bursts out with laughter, because Aramis has it right in the first go. He's blushing, flushed with it, but he hides his face in Aramis' neck. "All they cared about was a picture of me from shoulder to waist, enough to show the logo of their briefs," he admits. "You can't tell that it's me unless you know the curve of my hips and what my torso looks like."

Apparently, the brand had been the important thing, not how they even fit.