Porthos sighs happily for the news, because he does love to know that Aramis has nothing on beneath his clothes. He inches closer and grins as he takes a mild break in order to lean right over Aramis and palm his arse, kneading it before standing as close to the edge of the bed as he can.

He turns to face away from Aramis as he nudges the pants past his hips, wiggling to get them to drop the rest of the way and kicking them to the side of the room.

"Well? Am I appealing?"