Aramis considers. He'd put fresh sheets on the bed just this morning, and it seems a shame to dirty them already, especially when they'll have all night to try. "The hearth, I think," he says, releasing Porthos' hand so he can stoke the fire and pull down heavy blankets for the floor. When they are arranged, Aramis offers Porthos a short bow.
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"After you, my darling."