[ D'Artagnan looks up, startled. Of course, he immediately takes that question in the wrong way. He straightens, thoughtful, while lifting his sword belt to tie around his waist. ]

I know him as well as anyone, Mademoiselle. He is among my closest friends.

He can seem quiet, I know, and displeased with many things, but he is a good man in his heart. I would say, the very best of men. He's much warmer than he'd like to admit.

[ A little smile flickers at the edges of his lips, before he focuses on her. ]

Why do you ask, my Lady?