Porthos had finally managed to kick his scabbard off, and now he tightened his belt enough that his breeches wouldn't drop as soon as he stood up. It didn't do anything for how loose all of his clothes were on him, and it certainly didn't do anything for the cleavage he was flashing as he stood up. His boots were uncomfortably too large for him now, too, and he left his hat on the floor where it had fallen. "You're going to pay," he added, and lunged for his friend again, trying not to lose his balance and fall on his face this time.