Porthos grins that wicked, mischievous grin he has when Aramis promises to debase him, even though part of him thinks that this isn't proper discussion to be having around the baby, but even the hope of it in the future is something he desperately needs. "Or we can just invest in very good cleaning materials," he promises in a low, determined growl.

"Do you think he's itching to get out there? The country?" Porthos has to imagine it's got good and bad things going for it. It's more private, but that can work two ways for them, now that the baby is around.