"Mm." Raju pulls and snips in a line over Francis' cheek, thinking about that. It isn't how he thinks about himself; but of course it wouldn't be. Francis' work is done.

There's something stirring under the thought. Now isn't the time to look on it, so he leaves all of it in the dark. He takes a slow, steadying breath, finishing the one cheek and moving to his neck on the other side. "You're a retired man now, hm? Is this what you thought retirement would look like?" He gives Francis a little grin as he glances at his eyes, the little joke — the stark difference between this and any civilization, particularly the kind Francis must have at one point expected back home — helping pull Raju's mind down other safer paths.