"We wouldn't want to pull a muscle," Porthos agreed, as if he ever needed a warm-up, but now that he was actually aware of what they were discussing (and he had to wonder if they had been discussing it for far longer than he had noticed), he was hardly going to stick to the literal meaning of things. "And good form's so very important," he added, the smile twitching at the corner of his lips reflected in twinkling dark eyes.

There was absolutely no doubt, from the way he looked and sounded, exactly how appealing he found the idea. How appealing he found her. Beautiful, smart, daring, funny - and open to a spot of violence. His favourite things in a woman.