His cheeks flush pink and he stares up at Athos briefly before he shakes his head. "Athos, it's not the sort of thing that you'd see benefit from," Porthos says, clearing his throat to try and get out the words. "Besides, at some point, he's going to want to leave the city and go into the country." This is something they haven't talked about and Porthos doesn't want to, seeing as they've reached a tentative truce. The last thing they need is for Porthos to talk about his plans for a future that involve taking care of children like him.

It speaks of longevity.

"It's more things like alcohol and food and a bed," he rushes through the last part, head lolling onto Athos' shoulder. "And you do live here. I'll accept money for your food and drink, nothing else."