Porthos lets out a strangled moan at the lips on his thigh, surprised by how desperately he's after this, given how long he's gone without. "Don't sell yourself short, beautiful," he mumbles, "no one looked half as pretty as you did, back in the Court. Even being in love with Flea and Charon, you had to look past the grime. You and Athos, all clean and pretty, it was confusing to want you so much and mistrust you all the same."