"If Porthos and Aramis come looking for me, I fear for Porthos' wallet," Athos says, a severe look of worry. "However, being the small hours as they are, they are likely still in Paris and passed out in whatever quarters suits them." He digs in his pocket for the money that had replaced his gold when he'd arrived, a rather large sum of it. "I'm not short of money," he assures. "If that's what you're implying with 'swanky.'"