Porthos is pleasantly delighted to see Aramis so close when he turns around. His smile only grows to see Aramis adjust himself in his jeans. "I still remember a time when I had to beg, borrow, and steal just to get you in a pair of those. Now look at you wearing them to show off your every asset." He hooks his thumbs in the tank-top and slowly nudges it away and wiggles his way out of it, draping it into a pool on the ground beside him as he stands there, hip cocked out.