Porthos makes his way up after a brief stop in the bathroom on the main floor, taking great pains to apply some of the cream to his bruises, to help aid the pain away before he goes upstairs to join Aramis, smelling of the minty cream. He uses his key to get inside and drops his bag in the front hall, sunglasses set on the table.

"And here I thought I'd asked for a nice bottle of red," he admits, popping one of the buttons of his tight jumpsuit loose. "You might as well take your coat off," he directs. "There's a spare room, if you'd like."