[He'd have better luck wooing a nun than attempting to get Porthos to budge an inch, unless it was of his own accord. Yet, despite the situation, or perhaps because of it, there is something to be said about seeing him here. Although it does also beg other questions, like are there others here as well?]

The eve is still young, but I fear many have found themselves in the similar situation.

[An arch of his eyebrow, as sorry Porthos, but a toga doesn't quite suit you, and his hand gives a squeeze on his shoulder before releasing.]

And at least it is not Spanish. That much may be said about this one titling himself a god.