"I did not say what would happen inbetween," Aramis points out, venturing close enough to pull the leather from Porthos' hands. "And I did not choose these garments. You did."

Pulling his long coat on over his shirt, Aramis cannot help the way his eyes dip to Porthos' waist. "I admit, I was not prepared for how deeply it would affect you. Tell me."

Aramis begins doing up his buttons, the process slow for his trembling fingers. "Did you anticipate this when you brought it home? I notice there are two corsets."