He has his hands down to his socks, knowing that word, when suddenly Aramis tells him to wait. He mouths 'turn around?' and when he gets the confirmation he needs, he does exactly that, spinning until his arse is facing Aramis and he bends down very, very slowly in order to slowly pry his socks off. He flicks them to the side, turning back to look at Aramis, wiggling his toes against their floor.

Rolling his shoulders back, he stands there with sheer, unabashed pride and delight. "I'm thinking the arse is next months' focus."