"And what if my favourite thing in a day is this?" Porthos asks, writhing against Aramis' touch. "Hmm? What if my favourite thing is to find pleasure with you? I can't imagine there's much that will pay for that. I mean," he says, "other than the filming of us to market." And that, he thinks Athos will murder them for if ever they actually do it.

He goes back to Aramis' words, frowning. "How?" is all he asks. "Employ them at the office, you mean?"