He pouts, now, and it's not entirely for show. "The bed's the most comfortable place to sprawl out and read," he protests, because he doesn't think anyplace is better. He sighs, though, and thinks maybe Aramis has a point. "Okay," is what he says. "Because you were so good and patient, you can have anything you want of me."

He slides his legs a little wider as he stares at him intently. "Anything."