Porthos grins widely, not missing a single one of those words. He understands all of them and he puts his hands on the hem of his sweater to slowly pry it off, inch by perilous inch until he's got it off, ruffling his hair and leaving him only in the tank top now, hugging tight to every muscle and angle of his torso. "I've been doing this good workout for my abs," he boasts. "I think there's more definition than ever."