[ D'Artagnan listens to all of this with a growing smile. He moves to lean against the frame of his door, and watches her, and then he lifts his shoulders. ]

Honestly, we'd be better not having him with us. He completely lost patience with it when we went together, and obviously, I am no expert when it comes to fashion.

[ He's really not. He buys the cheapest thing possible so long as he likes the colour. And modern tastes completely go over his head; that's why he wears a long and baggy shirt over skinny jeans. That is not the way anyone wants Athos to look. ]

I'll go with you. We can surprise him together.