"You were not a pest," says Aramis, winded, but he leans down to capture Porthos' mouth in a brief kiss. "But you know how I worry when you are out of eyesight." Pushing Porthos' leg higher, Aramis begins to take him as deeply as he can, knowing that his body will not endure this pace for much longer. "Far better to keep you right here, as long as I can."