Raju's leaning in further toward him, smiling and fascinated. His hand, now without enough water to rinse off anything but still moving over Francis' head anyway, scratches through the hair near Francis' neck. "I'd cover up less for you if it wasn't so damn cold," he notes and then, pleased by the idea of Francis spending time looking that way, and curious about the implications, adds: "All this time you've been thinking this way, but you didn't act any differently. You never tried to seduce me, or even say anything. Is it not that way, with men?"