[ It's Fraser's way, really. Discover his friend is uncomfortable ∴ make him more uncomfortable. It's the cosmic balance. He doesn't fail to notice Ray almost coiling away from him, though, like a caribou squaring its legs under its body in preparation of a hasty retreat.

It isn't that surprising. There's something almost predatory about the way that Fraser looms. ]

That would depend on the scar. While I understand, of course, that certain of these things go without saying, others require at least a rudimentary examination. The knife wound to my thigh, for example.

[ And now it's creepy Mountie observation time. ]

You have a small nick to the inside of your wrist from when I shot you. Mine-- [ He turned his wrist up to the light so that Ray could see. ] --is from Diefenbaker's maxillary fourth pre-molar.