[ He's irritated, that much is obvious when his gaze flicks restlessly over d'Artagnan's face. He thinks nothing of the limited space between them, however. That hasn't existed since the moment d'Artagnan joined his friends in pulling him from the firing line. In fact, it's comforting in its familiarity.

Part of him wants to say that he doesn't trust Jack and therefore it's a ridiculous plan and d'Artagnan should know better. But if his friend trusts someone it is usually through good judgement. ]

All I ask is a little forewarning, next time. [ He raises his eyes heavenward and lets his shoulders drop. ] I wouldn't be a Musketeer if I didn't join you in your hair brained schemes, after all.