Aramis comes back to himself nuzzling Porthos' throat, hips still hitching idly between them. He hums and does not argue, for he takes their vows seriously, and he will look after Porthos whether he seeks it or not.

"Alright," he says for now, opening still dark eyes to look at Porthos. "I've had my reward for choosing you over Lito's life of falsehood. What would you like, my dear husband?"