On the one hand, d'Artagnan has a point. On the other, the idea of being usurped as himself by this foreigner... it just doesn't sit right. If he's going to be seen, it better be actually him.

"They don't know it better," he grumbles, puffing up slightly as he rummages around to find the knife he keeps on his belt. It's not a sword, but mages hardly need them.