Raju has to move away from Francis' neck to look at him. But on the other hand, he does get to look at him. He lifts a hand from Francis' shoulder to brush his hair back from his face, fingertips brushing Francis' temple, very gently tucking his hair behind his ear. Once that's done his hand stays there, fingers curled and still brushing at Francis' head.

"Furious," he murmurs and his grin grows, his thumb moving over Francis' ear fondly. "Can't you tell?"