Flint definitely understood the luxury of being comfortable, there's only so much of that you can find on a ship out at sea or a pirate-filled island. Comfort had been a home he kept with Miranda, a few miles away from Nassau proper. Tucked away for no one to bother or find. He appreciated what Raylan has done for him, giving him a place comparable to what he once had, as best as they could do on this Barge.

He ducks his head a little and smiles, looking up at the other from under his eyelashes, not shy but coy and flirtatious. He'll reach for Raylan when the other pulls away, gripping his forearm to stop him short.

"Hey." He steps in and pulls the other in as he kisses him softly, echoing his thanks in the gesture instead. He brushes his fingers over his cheek and jaw before pulling back with a smile.

"I'll have to see to fixing up my cabin, I want to be able to give you the same." He nods then turns for the shower, reluctant to break eye contact, but he'll eventually duck in and shut the curtain to just, bask in the warmth of the water being sprayed over his body. He'll splay his hands out over the walls to bow his head and let it run down his neck and back. He throws his head back to smooth his fingers over his damp skull and rub the wet droplets over his face and eyes. He'll find the soap and quickly scrub up after a good long soak in the heat.

When he's nearly finished he'll call for Raylan. "All clear. C'mon in."