Porthos grins as he idly reaches out his hand, rubbing circles with his thumb along Aramis' calf absently as he thinks of those phrases and repeats them one by one, feeling like they're all simpler than the other ones he's been learning. "Athos will probably pick it up with ease. He's much cleverer than me when it comes to things like languages."

He taps his thumb against Aramis' leg. "What about 'you look beautiful'."