"Not truly," Aramis answers, rising to fetch Lito a glass a water to go with his wine. "But one cannot help be excited to hear Lito speak of acting. He loves his craft." He smiles at them both, leaving the glass next to Lito's hand before he sits again.

He has not missed the way their guests eyes seem to glance off his husband, each look making him paler than before. "Something troubles you about my husband," he says quietly, and has to hope that Porthos will forgive them the foreign tongue, but he has a feeling Lito would like the privacy. "What is it?"