"I'd no idea what sort of lady you'd make," d'Artagnan protested, even as he tightened the lacings of his breeches as far as he could manage. Now that he was fully aware of his own mind, d'Artagnan cursed this body; the waist was so thin his breeches could not stay quite right but his hips were pressing uncomfortably against the seams.

"Let's not find Athos."