[That snap of fingers brings him back to some sort of reality, his head head jerking forwards again to look at the other through narrowed eyes, even while his brows remain creased downwards in confusion. This isn't reality at all, this is some bizarre dream, maybe nightmare. Fraser's topless on a bed, but there's mob guys here and since when did Ray eve want Fraser topless on a bed anyway?]

I don't... uh. What am I 'sposed to do?

[This escalated quickly. Threats of violence and death he could handle, but this? This didn't register with him at all. It's like he understood every word and yet couldn't quite piece them together in a sentence that made sense to him.

Everything points towards the same thing. The cuffs, the bed, the topless mountie, the threads of 'having a turn' and getting it up. But surely that's not what's actually going on here. Maybe Stan just has a really screwed up, inappropriate mind.]

I mean uh. We're both camera shy, you gotta switch off that first. And uh, get your boys outta the room.