"I'd like whatever Lucie sees fit to serve me," says Aramis, making a soft sound of discontent when Porthos motions for the baby. Still, his arms are growing numb, and he has had her for a while now. Aramis hands her over, comforting himself by snuggling in close once she's in Porthos' arms. "Now I may love on you both," he says, carding his fingers through both of their curls in turn.