Any opinion Aramis might have had about the shape of her waist or the shadow between her breasts the fashions of their day were so fond of drawing attention to would have surely have earned him a smack had he shared it. Then again, Constance couldn't be too sure he didn't enjoy her slapping him more than she had ever meant him to.

She tried to imagine either d'Artagnan or Porthos as women, but failed. Strange, considering she had no doubt that d'Artagnan would've made a pretty woman, although trying to figure great big Porthos, with his strong but handsome features through the filter of womanhood was far too much to handle. "I saw d'Artagnan only yesterday," she told him, a bit stymied over being told one thing and having seen another.