The private, content smile is one that he feels he's earned, though he's not sure how. He's eternally grateful that men like d'Artagnan and Porthos follow him and knows he's blessed by the very best of soldiers with their presence. Still, he feels as if he lets them down by being unable to bring the war to an end. "Are you just buttering me up to get free drinks?" he deadpans, knowing that isn't the case.