"We are absolutely sullying the country house," says Aramis at once. "You are too handsome to go to waste on sudden, parenting induced celibacy. We'll simply have to choose more...traditional surfaces on which to recreate."

He tangles their feet beneath the blanket. "Athos would tell us if we were in dire straights," he reminds Porthos. "And we are not, he's a terrible liar and we would know at once."