Only the wrong words are a complete waste of time. The right words can leave a more lasting impression than a thousand of Porthos' kisses.
Not likely.
Shall I demonstrate? [to barmaid] As morning hues of sunswept fire caress your passioned face, alone with thee a pure desire to worship untold grace. My soul would cry in silent prayer to an hour swept apart. Your essence warms the evening air as I dance into your heart. [kisses Barmaid's hand]
Shakespeare.
Aramis.
Cheating.
It was beautiful.
Oh, thank you.
[Barmaid gets up and kisses Aramis]