[ Crais can feel the weight of Wash's gaze like a physical thing. It, as much as Wash's words start something shifting a little behind his eyes. Relaxing and starting to come off the edge of wariness.

Which, yeah, is part of why he is absolutely onboard for this. He wants to learn more about Washington, yes, but also the slight edge of not quite trusting him adds something to it.

He nods slightly when Wash is finished speaking, laces his fingers together and stretches his arms above his head and his entire body out with that stretch. Then drops his arms and settles into a much looser posture. ]

My safeword is mango. If I am overly slow to respond and you need that response call me Bialar. Don't overuse that, it will throw me out if I'm not fairly far gone mentally.

[ Then he grins, sharply. ]

Let's play.