Porthos is happy to let Aramis crush him, holding him possessively tight as he watches the princess on the screen falling prey to her sleeping spell. "I always liked Lucie, too," he admits. "For a name, in general." It's a name that he can see himself playfully calling out, and is still girlish and beautiful.

"I picked du Vallon," he says, but he's leading somewhere else with this, tracing the pad of his thumb over Aramis' brow and the line of his jaw. "And I'm picking d'Herblay, too, if you'll gift it to me."