[Shouldn't laugh, because damn it he wanted to see him, but yet he's laughing a little - amused, frustrated, and a little disbelieving - and shivering a little from the cold cause damn it]
Maybe we really should revisit the monk idea. [Grabbing the blanket and slinging it over Aramis, to protect from any other cold splashes, grinning at him almost apologetically] Tonight is not your night.