Porthos had come in looking for Athos, but his countenance brightened when he spotted the woman sitting at the bar. He had heard of her arrival, but he had not yet had the pleasure of running into her, and now he headed over to her with a happy smile, the smile of a man reunited with someone he felt some definite measure of affection for.

"Madame Bonacieux," he greeted her, his smile stretching into his usual grin at the formal address. He even gave her a small bow to go with that.