It's a show of vulnerability, the two of them so usually self-assured admitting they don't know what in the hell to do in this horribly intimate moment, and something Crozier knows he would never show another soul save for this man here. But he doesn't feel embarrassed or like the moment's been sufficiently ruined, it's just...a part of them. A part of this, the experience, being together. They laugh more than any two people ought to, at least from prior experience, but Crozier can't imagine any other way.

"Soap would work," he considers, and of course it's with another laugh. He shakes his head and brings Rama's hand up to his lips for a quick kiss to his knuckles. "Lord, I guess I'll go have a look. Stark naked. You stay right where you are though. I want to come back to this sight."

He has to follow through on this promise and do it quickly, or else Rama would become too tempting as he continues to lie there on the bed looking like a full feast. Crozier stands and hurries to the other room, and is filled with immediate regret. It's goddamned cold. All the more reason to hurry though.