He turns his head far enough back to blink into Francis' eyes, drawing an inch or two backward. It takes him a long few seconds of blank staring to move his mind from action to speech, though once he does the meaning in the unspoken part of Francis' question is obvious.

"Only with Seetha." It isn't something he'd admit to just anyone — even the rest at home pretend the two of them don't live like man and wife before they actually are, for Seetha's sake — but even if they were home Francis would be safe to tell it to, and Raju doesn't hesitate to say it. There's a concern behind the question somewhere, maybe Francis not knowing where exactly to take this either and hoping for suggestions and Raju should prompt him to find out but the thought to do it comes and goes, Raju's gaze more focused on Francis' eyes the longer he looks into them. It's the perfect distance to be looking from. He'd wanted to say something about them, hadn't he? Now feels like a good time. A perfect time.

"Did you know..." he starts and pauses for a moment, fascinated. "Your eyes. Just at the inside there, before the blue. A little bit of tan. Like the bottom of a riverbed."