Raju watches it for a moment but it seems settled, and he hasn't actually seen any fleas so far, and Francis is here in front of him without a shirt or those damn bandages, and Raju's gaze is drifting back, and he's smiling.

"You said it's been warmer, didn't you?" he murmurs, fingertips trailing low across Francis' stomach, just over his waistband. "Do you intend to keep dressing this way?"