Porthos' body is trembling with his soft laughter, in sheer awe at how Aramis doesn't like to leave well enough alone. He pinches at one of the red marks on Aramis' torso when he brings up the story and little girls, following it with a hard kiss to Aramis' tattoo. "You're so sure," he marvels, even though with every passing day, some of it infects Porthos and makes him believe it, too. "So sure we'll have children, so sure I'll be a good parent, so sure that you'll have a baby girl," he says, but it's all filled with fondness.

"And what is her name?" he challenges. "I know you've thought of it."