Aramis makes no secret of the fact that he adores Porthos' large hands on him, but as Porthos' hold lingers, Aramis begins to grow uneasy. "Have you been at the wine?" he asks, wondering if Porthos has been up here for the last hour reading awful poems in the hope of impressing him.

"You don't need to do so much, carino," he says, wriggling a hand up to touch Porthos' cheek. "I know very well how much you love me."