[Fraser's always been good at following orders, on the surface at least, but to see him this quiet and this compliant is something fresh and exceptionally endearing. It's like Benton's passive, puppy dog act taken to a new level, and Ray would happily explore it further when he had a chance. Later. Much later.
The mention of being a cop has him tensing up against Fraser, thankfully not visible, but the word has him on edge. Even as she laughs, he pauses for a moment, considering, before joining in with his own awkward chuckle.
Although he's not laughing for long.]
Sixty bucks?!
[At that price, Ray's tempted to just risk their chances at the station. He can buy the handcuffs themselves for cheaper than that. But there's an 'or' and he does listen for their other option, sparing a glance around the club before flicking towards Fraser and then back to the staff. He feels Fraser breathe against him, and if nothing else it provides Ray with a reminder to lower Fraser's hands with his own. He's not sure what to read from it, but it's probably the opposite from Ray's immediate 'no' that springs to his mind.
A show? Really? His lifted eyebrows are enough to show his thoughts on how generally unfavoured that suggestion is, but he moves to explain himself, leaning in closer towards the lacy female.]
Look uh, we've had a long night with plenty of private show already, y'know what I'm sayin'? But you got a business to run. I get that. I'm all over that. Maybe I buy a drink or two to help you out and you help us out with a key. [And then a throat clear as he carefully adds;] I uh. I don't like to share.
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The mention of being a cop has him tensing up against Fraser, thankfully not visible, but the word has him on edge. Even as she laughs, he pauses for a moment, considering, before joining in with his own awkward chuckle.
Although he's not laughing for long.]
Sixty bucks?!
[At that price, Ray's tempted to just risk their chances at the station. He can buy the handcuffs themselves for cheaper than that. But there's an 'or' and he does listen for their other option, sparing a glance around the club before flicking towards Fraser and then back to the staff. He feels Fraser breathe against him, and if nothing else it provides Ray with a reminder to lower Fraser's hands with his own. He's not sure what to read from it, but it's probably the opposite from Ray's immediate 'no' that springs to his mind.
A show? Really? His lifted eyebrows are enough to show his thoughts on how generally unfavoured that suggestion is, but he moves to explain himself, leaning in closer towards the lacy female.]
Look uh, we've had a long night with plenty of private show already, y'know what I'm sayin'? But you got a business to run. I get that. I'm all over that. Maybe I buy a drink or two to help you out and you help us out with a key. [And then a throat clear as he carefully adds;] I uh. I don't like to share.