"Not at all," he says, moving to shake the sheet out over the bin. "My things are yours. Just take care of it all or I'll have to hide it from you."

He grins at Francis, walking over to put the cap back onto the aftershave, put the shaving soap away, shake the brush through the water and peer at it to make sure he's gotten all remnants of the lather off. "The way I used to do back at the barracks. I'll be happy to do it for you again, though. Whenever you want me."

Raju's peering at the bristles on the brush again but his grin sharpens, knowing Francis is, like him, worked up enough to hear want and think all kinds of things. "Did you like it, shaving yourself? More than having someone else doing it for you?"