Porthos leans forward and swiftly catches Aramis' toe before he can be poked again. "You're married," he warns, a dangerous growl in his words. "And Athos wouldn't be pleased to hear that you're teaching me how to ask beautiful women to drink with us." He adjusts his pillow and tugs his knee to his chest, letting it shake back and forth.

"Teach me how to say 'I'll take you out for dinner'," he suggests.