“What about my arse?” he asks innocently, gesturing to his waistband. “Did you want to see it?”

He grins briefly, gap in his teeth peeking out before he turns back to the basin. The flannel’s set aside in favor of splashing water over his face and head, running his fingers through half-copper, half-graying hair.

He’s having a grand old time here, especially knowing he has his full attention. He can sympathize with Rama’s plight, but he has full faith in his continued good health.