Raju's eyes curve with his bright smile as he laughs, the sound quiet and still a little breathless. "Taken your time?" Raju asks, disbelieving, and pauses for a second to look up at him. His hair shines in the flickering light of the fire, and the hand near Francis' neck rises to brush it back from Francis' forehead. The movement isn't quick or even graceful; Raju's hand feels as heavy as his arm does, his body satisfied and slow. It takes effort to do and, because of the angle, the hair is going to fall back where it was as soon as Raju's hand moves. It's worth it for the feeling of it against his skin now.

"Taken more time... You're trying to kill me, Francis."