Raju lets out a hard, happy breath, only remembering to look away from Francis a moment later, luckily before any of the scenery reminds him he ought to be watching out for it. He's starting to breathe more heavily, his legs are working, he'd be surprised if his skin wasn't flushed darker, from the exertion or from Francis or from simple happiness, or all three. "Then maybe you don't know the rules at all!" he counters, shifting their grip to link their fingers more tightly together. "How do you expect to win if you're taking me with you?"