He does, but Porthos doesn't have the opportunity to reply, too busy unbuttoning Athos' shirt with those hands as he kisses back as hard as he's getting, wishing that he could kick the door shut. There's so much room in a big house like this, nothing like the cramped quarters of the Court. He's panting by the time he eases away, ripping the last few buttons and watching them scatter on the expensive floor.

"I'm not surprised you're as handsome half-naked as you are with clothes on."