"Aramis," Porthos says patiently, levelling a firm look his way as he gets comfortable with one arm draped around Aramis' shoulders to pull him in, tugging the blankets on top of them once the disc has been inserted into the player. "I want the wedding you want," he says. "I swear on your beautiful cock," he smirks. "Maybe we can ask Athos to sit down with us, is all. Figure out how much money we need for each thing we want," he says, a bit more serious as the movie begins to play in the background.

"They're all moving paintings," he agrees fondly, his fingers sliding into fond patterns, tracing the strings' marks along Aramis' torso, down to where the panties had hugged. "This one is my favourite," he raves. "It's beautiful." And he likes the way that everyone loves the Princess so much that she's to be protected and that protection means a happy life, out in the country.