Porthos cranes his head to the board, allowing Aramis' fingers to slowly slide their way up into his hair as he gives a pleased murmur. "One for our private fantasies? One for our wedding?" he suggests, his smile warm. He pries one of Aramis' hands out and places it on top of that earring to give him a chance to toy with it. "I could use a new one of these, you know. If you're aiming to give me anything."