This time he does laugh, helpless not to. The water over Francis' skin, the fingers in his hair, the terrible teasing and Francis' happiness, and that gap between his teeth revealed so briefly by his grin— Raju wants him very badly. He watches Francis wet his hair, knowing Francis is showing off for him, and feels his drawers growing tight. It's wonderful and terrible and the teasing's hit its mark, but Francis doesn't seem to expect Raju to actually take him up on it. So of course he wouldn't do anything else.

"Of course I do," he grins, that low tone still settled in his voice, even as laughter lingers around it. "If you'd be so kind."