At the raised brow and nothing else Raju makes an amused noise, the breath of it moving the lather a little. He holds the blade close to vertical, sets it in place, and moves it down, hand slow and precise as it cuts the stubble away. The sound is more satisfying than he remembers, but then he hadn't ever let his own stubble grow this long until he'd grown it out altogether.

"I've been thinking about what you wanted to do to me," Raju says as he begins. Cheek to chin, in one slow smooth stroke. He picks the blade up, moves it to the side just a little, and does the same again. "The skin behind my balls," he goes on, casually. "You must like being touched there, too, if you've been thinking about it." One more stroke, and then slow attention to the trickier parts next to the lips and near to the jaw. "But I wouldn't be starting there, of course. I think I'd start with your chest. It's been so long since I've been able to touch there."

He pauses, smiling at himself, ducking his head for a moment. "It feels like I've done it before, doesn't it? But I haven't gotten to touch you there at all. Not really. I'd like to feel everything." His free hand moves from Francis' shoulder to his back where the sheet over him parts, sliding slowly over the bare skin there. "Do you think you'd like that?"