[And pulls back a moment later, looking a little uncertain] ... You're allowed to laugh, but...
[Clears his throat a little and leans in closer, kissing him again, except as he does it's clear that he's whispering out words, reciting a poem - although not one that Aramis wrote. Instead, it's clear that it's a little more simplistic than the type that Aramis wrote for him, lacking proper form in places and almost juvenile if not for the content, and thus very obviously one that he's written out and been working on for a while, blushing up to his ears as he whispers out the words]