Porthos looked around the room as if assessing the hotel then and there, which of course he didn't need to. It did remind him of how impaired his peripheral vision was by the mask he still wore, though, and he pulled it off, leaving it carelessly on the table. "It's not so bad," he replied honestly. "Not with the Doors and all - they can lead to some merry adventures as well."

He took a long sip of champagne, since he'd neglected his glass while he told that story, and it hadn't been a short one. "But tell me about you," he requested, with a half-grin he hoped she would found charming. "You don't strike me as the type to have led a quiet life either."