Generous seeming hardly sounded as if Aramis had made the most of the girl's generosity, which seemed a shame to Porthos. At his words, though, the taller man stopped and put a hand on his friend's shoulder, holding his gaze. "You often are."

The look in Porthos's eyes made it clear how greatly he hoped that Aramis would take the obvious bait and banter with him, rather than get mired in anguish and self-recrimination.

Besides, there was a door somewhere nearby leading to a beach full of scantily clad women. Porthos would rather see his friend smile again.