"In that case, March means you won't ever watch me do yoga," is Porthos' pointed response, given that he had taken the picture of him doing a yoga pose without a shred of clothing on, his thigh covering him for slight modesty's sake. He's glistening in it, with actual sweat from his nerves that day. In a way, the woman having no interest in him had helped. She'd been professional and hadn't made him feel too awkward at all.