The Musketeers had to have been the most bull-headed, reckless creatures she had ever had the fortune to come across. It was a fact she had acknowledged openly on more than one occasion, and yet found herself still drawn in by that fact that (for all their failings of logic and the common sense they seemed to have been mostly born without) the four men had some of the best hearts she'd ever seen. Aramis had well and truly deserved both times she had slapped him before, but for all that and the recklessness of his love life (what little she knew of it), she was fond of him all the same.

Constance preferred the illusion that she was wholly untouched by his charm, of course.

"I arrived all of yesterday," she reminded him, her brows lifting as she made her point. "Seems to me that the odds are that you're likely to trip across such a door before I might."