Aramis chuckles and manages to land gracefully on his feet, hefting one foot onto the coffee table to briefly examine a spot of lint on his knee. "That is what Athos is for," he tells Porthos, going to collect the extra glasses and Spanish magazines from Lito's visit. It requires little bending, but he does it as much and as egregiously as possible, smirking at Porthos from time to time.

"I can see why they like these," he says. "Quite airy."