Aramis clutches at Porthos in delight, laughing not for the skim of Porthos' fingers but in happiness, but he whines when Porthos pulls away yet again. Rolling onto his back, Aramis drapes a forearm over his eyes lest Porthos taunt him with the sight of himself as well as those too brief kisses.

"Que Dios maldiga ese libro a los fuegos del infierno."