[ Ray stood. Fraser was making this job so very difficult for him, but that was sort of the damn point, wasn't it? Make it uncomfortable for Ray and maybe he'd quit it and let them go, not make them go through with this. But that wasn't the way it was going to be. He was Armando Langoustini, he made his decisions and his rules and that was the end of it. His word was law, and his strength was in it too. The respect of the men around him came from knowing that he would never back down, and that he could kill in a heartbeat.

Ray came around the bed abruptly, circling like a cat to come into the view of the camera. He moved his right hand to Kowalski's shoulder, ran it just a little higher to his neck, and then leaned in, pressing into his space. ]

You wanna know what could ruin your life more than a little buggery between friends? Getting ass-fucked by the mob. Forget being dismissed, forget docked to half-pay. There wouldn't be anyone left who could stand to look you in the eye.

[ His breath fell against Ray's lips, as close as he was. But there were guns trained on him, like the weapon in his left hand, nudging against Ray's ribs. ]

But hey. Your choice, right? Who cares what he wants.