"Is there any other way to fight?" Porthos asked with a grin. His fighting style would be called dirty by a great many people; he didn't stand on ceremony, or conventional weapons. But he always gave people a chance. "Just name the place." There were a few great spots outside, depending on the kind of terrain one wanted for their sparring.

As for any double-entendre linked into the conversation, it had gone right over Porthos's head - for now. He wasn't the Musketeer most versed into conversational tricks and subtleties, but he might still catch up, if only because it was hard not to let his mind wander with that look in Mademoiselle Phryne's eyes.