"You definitely deserved that," Porthos confirmed in a huff, straightening up and still holding on to his breeches with one hand. He let a beat go, watching d'Artagnan, then stated, lips twitching up, "I knew you'd be pretty. Do you know where we can find clothes that fit?"

Not dresses, Porthos wasn't wearing a dress no matter what kind of body he was wearing. But smaller clothes would be welcome. In fact... He looked down at his body thoughtfully. "Yours would probably do the job."