Porthos is laughing before he can help himself, those dimples shining as he grins up at Aramis, sprawled on the bed until he can force himself into a sitting position, leaning in to steal a quick kiss from his cheek. "An excellent substitute, am I?" he challenges, but he's grinning. He rolls off the bed to fetch himself a pair of deep blue boxer-briefs that cling to him, dragging on something that Allison has called a 'henley' that's all greys, before kneeling on the bed and giving Aramis a challenging look as he drapes his St. Jude's pendant back over his head (having taken it off for yoga in the morning).

"What do I lack, dear, to be perfect? Hmm? I'm always keen on self-improvement."