Porthos can't even hold it in. He laughs and shakes his head. "I honestly just wanted to study," he confesses. "Normally I'd do it at the library where you couldn't interrupt me, but it seemed silly not to use the expert I had on hand." He strokes his hand down Aramis' bare hip, reaching up to uncuff him and set the pink fuzzy things to the side.

"You're so beautiful," he says tenderly.