Porthos happily ignores their guest for a moment to indulge in the kiss, grinning as he wraps his fingers in Aramis' collar to tug him back for just a touch of a longer one. "See, Aramis? Even he thinks you're too pretty," Porthos jests with a smirk, finding one of the bottles that isn't empty to pour himself a glass. "Lito, right? I'm making fish tacos for dinner. Hope that's okay."