I didn't find much to inspire a missing scene in The Hunger, but I did find one part quite amusing.

Episode 2 – The Hunger

Back in the Swing of Things

"I thought you were watching her!" Athos rounded on Aramis as soon as they were clear of the tavern. They had barely made it out with their lives, Sylvie's sudden arrival turning an already tense situation worse.

"She is right here, you know!" Sylvie interjected, standing, hands on hips in the middle of the dark street.

Athos turned to her, visibly attempting to control his anger. He did not know the woman well, but he could not condone her actions despite sympathizing with her motives. "You could've been killed. I understand your emotion, but I cannot be responsible for allowing you to be put in harm's way."

"Well, technically she did that on her own."

Athos slowly turned back to Aramis, the marksman having the sense to back up a step in the face of the Captain's wrath.

"I left her in your charge, Aramis." Athos lowered his voice so it was no longer ringing through the deserted street, but it was still sharp enough to cut, and he intended for it to draw blood. "Would you care to explain how a woman in your custody managed to barge into a room full of armed guards brandishing your pistol?" His volume rose as his ire got the better of him once again. He knew – and accepted - that Aramis never was very good at obeying commands, but he assumed this one was something the marksman should've been able to handle.

Aramis shrugged, unrepentant. "She kissed me."

"She – " Athos' mind blanked at the admission. "She what?"

"She kissed me."

Athos steadfastly ignored the snickers coming from the other two Musketeers, narrowing his eyes at Aramis as if he were speaking in tongues.

"And that excuses this how?"

Aramis sighed, tilting his head back as if the answers were painted in the stars. "I was caught off guard, all right?" He returned his gaze to the Captain, a bit of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. "It's been a while."

"Please tell me you're joking."

The marksman pulled his hat off and ran a hand through his hair. "I haven't been that close to a woman for four years, Athos. I was… unprepared."

"You," Athos scoffed, his brows rising at the implication. "Disarmed by a kiss?"

"There's a first time for everything."

"Unbelievable."

Unable to hold his tongue any longer, Porthos approached, chuckling openly, and laid a supportive hand on Aramis' back. "Come on, Athos. Give the poor monk a break. It's not like he had a lot of opportunities in a monastery."

Sylvie pointed toward Aramis, her eyes wide in amazement. "He's a monk?"

"Ex-monk," Aramis clarified with a slight bow. "It was… a temporary distraction."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling in the low light of the moon. "You don't kiss like a monk."

Porthos let out a deep, rumbling laugh as Aramis returned her smile with the flourish of a more formal bow.

Athos rubbed at the space between his eyes. "How am I going to explain this to Treville?"

d'Artagnan stepped up to the Captain's side, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure you'll think of something." His smirk mirrored Porthos', his earlier anger at the Captain of the Red Guard forgotten in the face of his friends' familiar banter. "You always do."

Fin