"Yeah, a bowl of it's still warm," Porthos agrees with a low voice of sticky delight, because he's got a good imagination and he thinks that he can tell where that sauce is going to end up, but the thrill of it means that he's grinning and he can't help but adore the idea. "Have we ever had shame?" he points out.

Leaning in to kiss the crumbs from off Aramis' lips, he lets out a content sigh. "Shame's so boring."