At the question Raju looks away from Francis' red ears, hand sliding down to his jaw. He smiles, pleased at Francis' admiration and his cautious consideration, and takes a moment to imagine it. It doesn't take much work to imagine; Francis had been saying all sorts of things not ten minutes ago, when Raju could feel Francis over nearly every part of him. And anything he hadn't said, that had been communicated very clearly, too. From Francis, Raju would know exactly what it means.

"From you?" he says quietly, warmly. "No. You wouldn't make it... anything else. You do respect me. And if you called me those things, you'd still respect me. If you said it, it would be honest admiration. From you, I think... I could like it."

Raju feels his smile grow, pleased at the idea, and watches his hand hand moving up from Francis' chin, rubbing over the place the blush has spread onto one of his ears. "I like hearing about the way you look at me. It's you. How could I feel anything else?"

His intent gaze over his hand and Francis' blush moves to Francis' face again. "You aren't used to it at all, being admired? Not even by women?"