A man reborn means the shaving is probably going to be at least semi-regular, from now on. That isn't the only thing it means. One of Raju's hands falls to his side and rubs its fingers against themselves, feeling the traces of the alcohol there, while the other reaches up and runs its thumb over the curve of Francis' chin. "Against your will? I don't know about that. You asked me to shave you, didn't you? Instead of trim?"

Raju smiles down at Francis' jaw, his mouth, watching the movement of his thumb and the landscape it's moving over. Then he looks into his eyes. "And you asked me to stay in the first place. I didn't sling you over my back and walk you out on my own."