It was a good look on James, that coy, devilishly enchanting little smile, one that Raylan could only hope to see there more often. He was stopped easily with that hand on his forearm, lips breaking into a smile of his own as he was pulled in and curling into the soft kiss as his hand spread across Flint's waist.

He could get used to this warm feeling stirring around in his chest. He couldn't help but like how James made him feel, especially when he kissed him like that and doubly so with the declaration. His lovers didn't usually care about his comfort in such a way; they usually just took him as he was and didn't give it a second thought.

As Flint breaks away and gets into the shower, Raylan watches until the curtain is drawn before walking back out into the bedroom. After a brief inspection of the mess they made, the blanket is taken off so he can collect the topsheet they soiled. Thankfully, things were viscous enough to not have seeped through enough to bother this late at night and it's pitched into the far corner of the room against his closet door.

But with Flint's call, Raylan left the rest of it for after the shower, padding into the bathroom and announcing himself with a- "Watch out, make room." - Before pulling the curtain enough to step in with a crooked grin, shoulders breaking the stream from the showerhead to run wide rivers down his chest.

"How'd you like the soap?" It smelled of leather and oak, a subtle scent that Flint had already smelled, even if he hadn't realized it until now.