Porthos coughs, choking a touch on it, but he manages to ease back and smear the back of his hand over his lips once he's swallowed back as much as he can. His scalp still stings, but he eases onto his haunches proudly, a delighted smirk on his face. "I've got a request for me, though," he says, licking his lips. "I'm not gonna last long, but I wouldn't mind you eating some of that cake off me."