Porthos' eyes are half-lidded, a dazed and sappy look on his face as Aramis holds onto him. "I'm going to cook you and Athos as many aphrodisiacs as I can and fill this place with a thousand flowers and candles and then take you both to bed and make sweet, slow love to you." And then he intends to hold them tight, maybe write them a poem or two, and finish it off with a massage and hot bath.