He isn’t sure why Rama fights so hard not to laugh - a habit repeated now as Crozier searches for that spot that’ll send him straight through the roof. It’s stubbornness, something about self-discipline or control, or winning, though the why doesn’t matter as much as how he’s going to get him to break.

“Why can’t I do both?” he says with a smirk, letting up the touch only to attack him again in a different spot. “It’s more fun to drive you mad. Everything else can wait until I get a laugh out of you.”

Preferably with an adorable little wheeze and wriggle, maybe a tiny plea to have mercy. A man can dream, can’t he? And right now this is very much what he wants from Ram.