Porthos's eyes twinkled at that last bit, and something in his posture straightened, as if to present the best possible version of himself as he answered, "I'm a King's Musketeer." He was incredibly proud of it, after all, and of the fleur de lis on his pauldron.

He'd ask about foot-ball-fans in just a moment. He understood each word individually, but could make no sense of their association.