"Athos," he replies, evenly said while he steps away from that bracing grasp of his shoulder. Porthos barely manages to get away with that and they have known each other for many years, now. He feels somewhat awkward at it, though he's curious enough to want to drift and remain to see what this 'magic' is that he's speaking about. "Pleasure," he notes dryly, arching a brow as he awaits whatever show he is about to see.

That, or he is awaiting acting as the sane voice in the madness that is about to ensue. He never knows which it will be.