[ Fraser takes each step when he's directed and not before, moving up to the edge of the bar with Ray so close beside him that he can almost feel his tension, the vibration in his skin. The first few minutes undercover were always the hardest. Settling in would take time, but it'd be much faster so long as they didn't stray too far from themselves to achieve it. Fraser can follow rules. He can keep quiet and do as instructed. When Ray asks him to raise his hands, he obeys without hesitation, raising his eyes slightly at the same time.

She leans toward him, examining the cuffs, then cocks her head toward Ray. ]

Nice. Police issue, you don't see a lot of those. Not a cop, are you?

[ But apparently the thought of Ray being a cop was funny to her, because, laughing, she said: ]

I'm just yanking your chain. Sure, I might got a key works for these. But what's the rush? Nice guy like that? Be afraid to let him out of my sight.

[ She looked right up into Fraser's eyes, just for a second, then dropped backwards from her perch. ]

Key's sixty bucks. Or--

[ She glanced toward the other patrons. ]

Well, we have an entertainment clause here. These guys will pony up the fee themselves for a show.

[ Fraser didn't drop his arms. Or move, for that matter. But he took in a sharp breath, counted to three and exhaled it, making sure that Ray could feel him breathe against his flank, and hoping it conveyed his point. They weren't here to pay their money and run. This was about bonding with their targets, laying the foundation for trust. No matter how apprehensive the plan made him. ]