"Well I have exquisite taste," says Aramis, "In rings and in men." He shifts up onto an elbow so he can gaze down at Porthos. The tenderness in his smile belies the teasing quirk of his mouth.

"Sparkling dark eyes, dimples I could fit my thumbs into, a smile fit to rival the sunrise...I gave that dream up for lost, naturally, but you are an excellent substitute."