[ Fraser looked just like a kicked puppy. Ray only managed to meet his eyes for half a second before he couldn't stand it, looking away and keeping his eyes off the Mountie's. Looking anywhere else, that was the ticket, especially when he was busy pushing Fraser's clothes off his shoulders, baring his naked - incredibly beautiful - chest. Couldn't look at that, either, which was going to be a problem. ]

Yeah, that's me. Straight as a fucking arrow. And I bet that's true of both of you as well. That's why this is going to hurt. It's gonna test your partnership, but pretty much if you don't play nice with me, then this is gonna be in all your coworkers inboxes first thing. And maybe the Queen of England.

[ He clapped one of the cuffs around Fraser's left wrist, then put his hand on the back of his neck, guiding him to the side of the bed. ]

Lie down on your back. This only works if you're face up. Camera's gotta catch your good side.

[ Fraser looked uncertain, and Ray nodded to Michael. ] I'm going to count to five. If you don't do what I ask, Mikey here is gonna rearrange your buddy's internal organs. One. [ Fraser moved, lay on the bed and cooperated as Ray wound the cuffs through the headboard and clipped them into place. ]

Do you have those cameras set up, yet? Vecchio, you're on. [ He stepped away from the bed. ]