“Mn.” They’re the right words, even if said in jest - Ram is his responsibility. He needs to care for him, even when he’s being a brat.

He slides a leg over Ram’s and guides the flannel, and additionally Ram’s own hand, down to clean him of their shared mess, thorough but still quick as a sort of mercy. When finished the flannel gets tossed onto the floor, a problem for tomorrow, and Crozier reaches up and gives one of Rama’s nipples a good tweak.

“You’re a pain in the arse,” he says fondly, finally moving to wrap his limbs around him.