[Seimei wants his hands on him - Charlie felt the way warmth had snaked around his waist in their retreat from the sand. It's no surprise that his companion sits near and reaches for him again.

His gaze drifts to Seimei's fingers, idly considering the motion and their position.]

...you could do that. [He shifts, making more room for the man on the chair with him.] But I'm supposed to be looking after you. So how about you tell me how you like to relax?

[With more cushion available, he pats Seimei's thigh and then the revealed space.]

Maybe I'll give it a try.