He supposes that one day he’ll grow used to the sweet words and sincere compliments, but today is not that day. He glances away with an awkward smile, familiar little flip in his belly as Rama touches his waist and sings his praises. He does find himself leaning into the touch slightly, doing so without even realizing his body has started to automatically respond to Rama this way.

“Does it?” he says, laughing quietly. Rama is genuine with his compliments, even if it’s still hard to for Crozier to believe. He’s learned now to accept and even be a little pleased by them.

“Is that why you decided to ask about the beard now? You’ve been staring?” He’s teasing and absolutely flirtatious in tone.