“That is none of your business.” Athos’ expression goes icy. How had he ever fooled himself into thinking that Porthos could ever be something nearing a friend? The man clearly cares not a whit for Athos, and Athos certainly has no reason to care for him. What sort of friend would invade his home, and steal his things, and then cast moral judgment on his life? Athos would prefer to be cruel than deluded and used.

“I am finished with this conversation. Get out, mongrel.”