I don't own The Musketeers. Not the tieniest little bit of them. Shame!
"Morning, 'Mis. Didn't you sleep well? You look tired."
"Good morning, my dear Porthos. The correct question would have been "Do you look tired, 'cause you spent the night in the tender arms of a lovely young lady?"
"Hear, hear! Ah, Athos, good morning. Like to hear about the amorous adventures of our charming friend?"
"Oh, I'd love to hear all of it and I think the correct answer would be: I look tired because a cuckolded husband chased me through the streets of Paris for hours and threatened me with a dagger, swearing to kill me and cut off my…"
"Ok, ok, I got it, Athos! How do you know that?"
"I have my sources…"
"Whoever told you this was totally wrong: He didn't chase me for hours 'cause I could hide under a bridge and it wasn't a dagger but a simple kitchen knife. He didn't even recognize me, so no harm done!"
"Don't you underestimate the sharpness of a simple kitchen knife, my friend."
"You're right, I could cut my finger and die of infection."
"Or you could stumble and drive it into your eye…"
"Porthos, that's disgusting!"
"Or, as the medic in you should be aware of, you could slice someones artery and let him bleed to death. Or, and here comes the interesting part, you could aim a little deeper and castr…"
"Thank you very much, Athos! I'm sure I will enjoy my breakfast even more now. Porthos, do you want some bread?"
(…)
"Morning… Did I miss something?"
"Good morning, D'Artagnan. Yes, you did indeed. We just told our Casanova here that even the smallest things can do a lot of harm."
"Ah, nonsense! As you know, our dear Athos tends to take matters too seriously. Could you hand me the boiled eggs , pup? And put that knife away, please…"