Porthos snorts and tries to imagine who'll be more distraught after one of those sessions. "We should get one of those little webby cameras in the house," he says. "Then we can see if Athos has been driven to madness." Or just to make sure that he's there, but also on the off chance that they'll catch him in some private, happy moment.

He wriggles his way in a little closer, his fingers ghosting over Lucie's hair. "I think it'll curl," he murmurs.