[And there he goes right back to burying his face in his arms. It's not as though he's against the idea of Fraser learning the finer parts of the world of fetishes, but he's pretty certain he's neither fully qualified or the appropriate guy for this kind of lecture. It's not like Ray has even slept with anyone in recent times let alone done anything... interesting with them.

But Fraser's trying to be reassuring and, as he moves, Ray lifts his head slightly to watch what he's doing.]

You know they gotta dress code just to get in there, right? It's all... all... leather and pvc and, and, and that uh rubber and latex. They're freaks.

[Better and easier to mock than understand and accept. And to never, ever admit whether he's tried any of it out.]