Crozier absolutely knows what he’s doing. There’s been a fair share of moments when Crozier’s been in Rama’s place, staring at him hungrily as he hauls firewood or stretches after he wakes for the day. All lean muscle and beautiful eyelashes and dark hair - he’d pin him down and devour him whole if he could. He wants him desperately…so yes, admittedly this might be a little revenge.

“What, Ram?” he smiles, flannel running over each nipple, leaving them pert and hard, and then down lower and lower to catch the water. If somebody’s going to stare he should give them a show, that’s just having good manners.