"You have stables," Porthos points out. "You have all sorts of rooms with locks. I'm not going to ruin you, don't worry. I'm looking for a good life and ruining the Comte de la Fère wouldn't look good on my reputation, would it?" he says, splaying out on the bed as he strokes his fingers over his chest. "For your sake, we probably ought to keep this quiet. Even from your servants."