And if he doesn’t. Crozier laughs again, annoyed but endeared horribly by him. Of course he’s not going to take the out offered to him; he wouldn’t be Rama otherwise!

“If you don’t I’ll leave you with those cuffed wrists,” he threatens, “or maybe I won’t let you spend. That would be a fitting challenge.” He shakes his head and brushes his fingertips over the inside of his thighs, not meaning anything by it but a light touch.