Porthos lets out a warm laugh, giving Aramis a long look of curiosity. "How did you tempt me away from my lessons?" he wonders, because the book is long forgotten now. "And here I thought I was going to be able to hold out." He steps away from Aramis and stands at the foot of the bed, moving the book to the desk as he stands there, his feet shoulder-width apart.

"What would you like?"