"As if there's any chance of that," d'Artagnan says, huffing out a breath. It still confuses him a little, if he's entirely honest, the relationship that Porthos and Aramis have here, but he doesn't care about that, as long as they're happy, and that isn't the point right now anyway. "If Aramis were going to tire of him, he would have by now." They've known each other forever, it seems like. Anyway, he can't imagine Aramis, with his track record, going so far as to get married if he weren't entirely sure.

Closing the door behind them, he steps in close, his hands resting on Constance's waist. "Whether you were planning on it or not, it's good to see you."