“I think you underestimate my ability to keep myself tidy,” he grumps teasingly. He knows he was a mess, especially by Rama’s very exacting standards.

That drawn out glance at his bare chest doesn’t escape him, but it’s not unexpected. Not with the way they’d been kissing just moments prior. He ducks his head a little and reaches for his jumper, pulling it back over his chest with a little smirk. Now the aftershave will linger on his clothes, almost as though Ram himself had been wrapped up in his things.

He moves smoothly through the act of getting dressed and then rising from the chair again. He’s nearly there, almost fully recovered from his stint as a human-sized paperweight, with a new look and the beginnings of something he hadn’t imagined for himself. He glances towards Rama warmly, still so much want in his stare, and shakes his head with a playful little ‘tsk’.

“If I wanted to shave myself next time would you take objection to that? Because I’m fully capable, I’ll have you know.”