Aramis laughs and touches Porthos' curls, now making a wide halo around his head. "You'd have to make several buns," he says, "All over." He taps the back of Porthos' head, the sides, the top. "Here and here and here and here."

Shaking his own head, Aramis lets his hair fan out against the pillow. "Not quite as fetching as yours, is it?" he grins.