"I don't want to fake everything, I really do need to learn how to teach," Porthos protests as he wraps his hand a little tighter around Aramis, smirking devilishly as he shifts to hover atop Aramis as he brings him off. "You think I could sit there and teach French?" he asks, a touch hopeful as his mind starts to think of it. "I would want to do their year. Like I said, that's money and time we don't have."