This is torture to stare at Aramis like this, splayed out for his enjoyment, apparently, and torturing him, besides. "Of course I do," he replies. "Both of you," he admits. He understands 'bed' of what Aramis has said and can guess at 'corset'. "I mean, you were gorgeous and I loved you in nothing at all, but the thought of you in heels and the things I bought you?" He shivers slightly and drags his pillow back to cover his growing hardness.

He defiantly stares at the book in his lap instead of Aramis' wild hair that he wants to tug or the shirt he wants to dismiss. "As if you don't have your own fantasies," he accuses, cheeks flushing red.