Porthos grins like an idiot and a madman combined, thinking that he still isn't sure how pretty a thing that had been, between the two of them, but he's willing to take Aramis at his word. He strokes his fingers through Aramis' hair tenderly and soft. "You were incredible," he praises. "I've never been that aroused," he confesses with a soft laugh. "The sight of you in that corset and these things," he remarks, unclasping the suspenders one by one to slowly slide them off.

"Are you okay? You sort of went out like a light for a moment, there."