"I'm a thief from the Court who's been given as a prize to a noble house," Porthos points out, finally letting go of Athos to wander to the bed, sitting on it and bouncing slightly to test out its mettle. "And I like handsome men, I already said that." He misses Charon and Flea, already, having gone to other places. He misses their touches and their warmth and he misses their home, but all things considered, he could have found worse places.

"Especially when they're as talented with a sword as you are."