[Any doubts Ray had about Fraser's genuineness of all this are gradually melting away as those fingers start to drift, providing a far too brief brush against the covered zipper of his jeans. The touch following it isn't anything to frown about though, outdoor-worn hands touching against sensitive skin and causing his breath to hitch just briefly at the tickle of cold fingers against burning warm stomach.

For a second his breath is steady, listening quietly, but all at once he's huffing out a short lived and quiet exhale of a laugh that couldn't be restrained. All while staring down at the head on his knee with a clear shine to his eyes.]

Fraser, you can't expect me to take this seriously if you're gonna throw words like that around.

[So maybe this wasn't so serious after all. Fraser might just have some seriously odd methods of cheering Ray up, and damn, that single word had certainly done it.]

Dominant. Heh. I'll believe that when I see it.