[ Rafa likes tattoos. He likes piercings too, on other people. This is a relatively recent discovery, but it means his fingers move more over the ink on Cass' arm than is strictly necessary.

Then his fingers trace down, following where they're guided, and he lets them play along that waistband. They slide around, tugging at it, and then one moves lower to palm over the front of the shorts.

He leans closer, face tilted up towards Cassidy's with a grin. ]

I think I have not decided. I should look closer.

[ He gives Cassidy a gentle little push, in the general direction of his bed. ]

You should sit, for an inspection. Do not worry. I am very qualified for this.