"Cool just means I can warm you up," Porthos replies, but gently sets Aramis down where he can sit amongst plush towels while Porthos does the work and begins to pour bubbles into the bath, grinning as they start to foam up almost immediately. He laughs and leans down to kiss Aramis hard, a possessive, eager thing. "I'll fetch some oils, maybe massage your shoulders," he murmurs.