Porthos pretends to be considering that and, before his play-acting has any chance of cracking, makes his move. He frees his hands and pushes with everything he has to roll them both so he finds himself on top of Aramis instead, pinning his wrists and grinning down at him. "What was that?"

He's very aware that his lightness means he probably won't keep Aramis there for very long, but he's very proud of himself in the meantime all the same.