René d'Herblay, alias Aramis

Porthos' smile is tender and soft, slow to grow, but broad and meant when it shows on his face. "I like that," he murmurs fondly. "Ana Lucia," he breathes, thinking that it's different enough from everything they're in contact with. For the first time since they began this, Porthos begins to imagine this girl as an actual being with Aramis' hair and eyes, his wit and charm.

Rather than fear, he feels excitement in the smallest of sparks, but it's enough to make his heart beat a little faster. "And I'll show her the valiant prince battling a dragon," he murmurs fondly, for what's passing on the screen.