Porthos was finding it difficult enough to walk, for whatever reason he could not fathom, never mind actually run after his friend. "You take that back!" he called out in the hallway, after trying to run for a couple of steps and only just managing not to fall by catching himself against the wall.

"A lady," he muttered to himself, following after d'Artagnan at a much more sedate pace. He would find him in his room, after all, and exact his revenge there.