Raju looks just a little dazed and very satisfied, eyes half lidded, smile curling faintly at still-parted lips. Raju's hand stays curled in the air for a moment after Francis pulls away from it and it drifts down toward Francis' chest, then corrects itself and tugs the hair-covered sheet around Francis' shoulders a little higher. Raju straightens, his smile growing slowly. He doesn't want to let go of Francis yet; one hand settles against Francis' shoulder and the other drifts down onto his arm, feeling its shape.

"Does that answer all your questions? About what I think?"