Aramis watches him carefully to see how deep that discomfort goes, but Porthos seems to be merely sore after their romp. He stands in the space Porthos has left, spreading Rene's hands over Isaac's shoulders.

"Anyone who complained of a man like you would be mad," he says softly, winding his fingers through Isaac's curls to tilt his head back. "I would like to give you pleasure in return, you darling, modest hulk of a man. What would you like from me?"