Raju laughs, wiggling to give more room — or maybe only to make the journey of Francis' hand more interesting, who's to say — as he sends his own free hand down between them to help, moving it in concert with Francis' as instinctively as he had when sharing climbing space with him. It's easy, knowing what Francis is pulling at or unbuttoning now without even looking and doing just the thing he needs to make it happen, and doing it.

"We'll have to take them off at least a little," he murmurs, smile wicked. "Unless you'd prefer a wet walk home."