He realizes the moment it’s said that he’d just leveled a challenge to Rama. He pauses to look back over to him, unsurprised to see the want in his face but taken aback by the other emotion there. He isn’t certain what it is exactly, he’s hard to read.

But he wants everything, and there’s no joking or teasing to detect in his words. Crozier inhales sharply. He feels a bit like prey walking straight into trap, but there’s an obvious thrill to be admired and have the command of someone like Rama.

“If you insist,” he says, thumb in his waistband. He pulls at his trousers, revealing small clothes first (that sealskin pair hasn’t been worn in quite some time) as he steps out of each leg. He locks eyes with him again - Rama wants to see his arse - and then turns around to strip off the last piece of clothing.