Wow! Three in a row! I'm on a roll, folks ;-)
Still don't own The Musketeers. Sigh…
"ARAMIS! MY OFFICE, NOW!"
"Uh-oh, what have you done this time, 'Mis?"
"I have absolutely no idea…"
(…)
"Sir?"
"Can you tell me what this is?"
"Ahhm, a bra, Sir, I would think."
"I came to the same conclusion. So?"
"So what, Sir?"
"How do think this bra landed at the bottom of the stairway leading to the quarters?"
"I don't know, Sir. Maybe there was a mix-up in the laundry?"
"'Try again."
"I have no idea, Captain. Why do you ask me out of all the men at the garrison?"
"Aramis, really?"
"That's not fair, Sir!"
"Well, I suggest you think this over. In the meantime you're on stable duty."
"But, Captain…"
"You're dismissed!"
(…)
"What was that about?"
"Ah, nothing, Captain had a question about the dress code. I have business to attend to at the stables. D'Artagnan, my passionate young fellow, lend me a hand."
"Me? Why"
"To remove the shit you've created! And next time when I provide my room for your amorous têtê-a-têtê make sure Constance leaves fully dressed!"