Porthos murmurs the words back, saying them out loud. "Hice la cena para ti, mi magnífico marido," and then realizes. "Wait," he says. "You added something. Marido, that's you," he says, narrowing his eyes. "What else have you forced me to say?" he accuses, poking at Aramis' stomach.

"And which beautiful women do you have in mind to seduce, hmm?"