Raju's heavy-lidded look turns into delight. "Really? I never thought—" He huffs, amused. "Maybe I should have. But I was only thinking about how you looked."

With a fond brush of a thumb alongside Francis' jaw Raju's hand moves away, so he can set it against the back of the chair and lean over it. Because he can, he dips a hand in the water and starts dripping it over the soap he knows is still in Francis' hair, the gesture mostly an excuse to run his hand repeatedly through Francis' hair and over his head.

"What did you like?" Raju grins, watching Francis from this new, closer position. "Tell me."