Porthos lights up, holding onto Aramis that much tighter, wrapped around him from behind. "I'll ask him later this week," he murmurs. "And maybe I won't get a ring, but a little golden stud. Though, Athos might have a heart attack if he discovers what I've done. It'll definitely have to come out," he says, hitching the bag of cake higher as they reach their floor.

"Thirty more seconds," he breathes out, mostly to himself.