Just don't let them hear that, or they'll take it as permission.
[She smiles wryly, even though she agrees -- of course, she's a biased source in this, as Porthos and Aramis's antics are often rather amusing for her.
Holding back the sigh of relief as he concedes the task to her (and really, she's almost surprised he does -- but maybe it's just evidence of how little he wants to be doing this), she nods.]
That sounds like a good plan. I'll see you in ten minutes. [And with anyone else, she would take that to mean "anything between 8 to 15 minutes", but with him? It is exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.
Of course, she makes it there in less time than that, but spends the extra minute and a half by changing her apron; the old one got dirty as she maneuvered the goat outside and back to Nasir, and it won't do to work in dirty clothes.]