Porthos accepts the pieces back, moving back on his arse to give them room to begin the base a little more. "I don't know," he confesses. "I'd like to think I'd be charmed by them, but I think maybe I'd be confused. And clearly looks and comments weren't doing the trick. Maybe you'd have to corral me in dark corners and tell me, very suggestively, what you'd like me to do to your body?"