"Mm, I like the romantic ones," Porthos admits with a dopey grin on his face, leaning his hip against Aramis' to give himself a stable place to rest now that he's so comfortable. "Jazz, with classical, but always with women with beautiful deep voices singing," he murmurs, but he squints as he tries to figure out what Aramis is talking about.

"I don't know that one. Find it?"