[Porthos should continue to feed his ego, Aramis' ego needs constant tender care and maintenance. He's a delicate little flower, and Porthos should be nice to him, yes.

He dumps his duffel on the floor of the hallway and immediately ducks down to greet Athos' dogs, his two favorite creatures, laughing as the pitbull leaps into the air to try and lick his face.] I think your dogs like me better than you do, man. [He grins up at Athos and Porthos both, then finally stands after a few more ear-scratches.

The promise of food is enough to make him abandon the puppies, no matter how cute they are.] Don't worry, I think we can manage to eat you out of house and home.