[It's only when the gun retreats that Ray can take a proper look over at Fraser, eyes narrowed just slightly as he considers the sight. The Mountie is a freak, he'd established that long ago, but here he is looking more excited than Ray thinks he's ever seen, and all for what? This Italian? Or maybe it's something else.

Freak.

It doesn't help that Benton's so readily giving over his details either, not when they're stuck in a scenario with possible cop killers. Sure, Fraser, mention the word 'police' while you've got mobsters pointing guns at you.

Ray's tempted to chew Fraser out for it openly, but then he's registering what's said by the other and his brain is left slowly trying to piece together what it all meant. Handsome? Into that? Handcuffs?]

Uh. We're not that kinda partners, wise guy.

[See, maybe he's not so dumb after all.]

Look, we got no interest in you. It's Muldoon we want. You let us go now and you won't even get a mention on the report. You and yours get back to your shady business and we go back to ours, yeah?