[ Fraser is on top of the situation, but that doesn't mean Ray is likely to be. There's no way to know if Ray will have the presence of mind not to go for his gun, or the strength to play along when it looks so much like Fraser is in real physical danger. Knowing that he can handle himself in a fight is different to holding back when Fraser doesn't fight back himself. ]
Well you oughta know better is what. You gotta keep your Canadians under control, otherwise they're gonna go round causing trouble, and we can't have any of that. Nice town like Chicago, it'd be a real shame.
[ Fraser didn't so much as twitch. Submission was what he was being asked for, and it was what he gave. Resisting might mean losing whatever this was, and Fraser hoped - really hoped - that he'd pegged the situation right; that the Italian suspect was in fact on the verge of proposing some sort of mentorship to Ray.
He had strong reason to think it might be the case. The stranger had glanced their way only twice during the previous engagement, but his eyes had never been on Fraser, and the smile that had edged into his expression after quickly glancing over Ray wasn't lusty. There was no interest in either of them physically. Fraser had had to go with his instinct, of course, using the keen authority in the stranger's choice of outfit and complete lack of interest in exposing himself in trappings of leather and lace as evidence toward a possible in-route.
And now all they had to do was keep it together long enough for Ray to catch on to the opening. He had to trust Fraser's judgement. ]
Now then, kid. You gotta be firm, even when they're as well trained as this. Not all the rules are gonna be orders, you'd be wasting your breath. Do this, don't do this. You gotta get them anticipating what you want, learning how to please you all the time, not just when you ask for it. He's here for you, no-one else, so he should heel, not go wandering off checking out strangers, capice?
[ He wasn't talking to Fraser. Ray was the beneficiary of the advice, and as the suspect released Fraser's throat and wrist, letting him go almost in slow motion, he kept his eyes on the Mountie, keeping him pinned in place. In fact, the stranger took a whole step back, and Fraser kept his back on the countertop, eyes on the ceiling. He knew what was coming. ]
Heel.
[ Fraser heeled. He pushed off the bar with one foot, swung to the right, and span to the ground behind Ray, dropped down to one knee with his head bumping against his partner's hip, but most of his body protected by Ray's legs. ]
Better, right? Hey, get my friend another drink. C'mon, sit down, sit down. What's your name?
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Well you oughta know better is what. You gotta keep your Canadians under control, otherwise they're gonna go round causing trouble, and we can't have any of that. Nice town like Chicago, it'd be a real shame.
[ Fraser didn't so much as twitch. Submission was what he was being asked for, and it was what he gave. Resisting might mean losing whatever this was, and Fraser hoped - really hoped - that he'd pegged the situation right; that the Italian suspect was in fact on the verge of proposing some sort of mentorship to Ray.
He had strong reason to think it might be the case. The stranger had glanced their way only twice during the previous engagement, but his eyes had never been on Fraser, and the smile that had edged into his expression after quickly glancing over Ray wasn't lusty. There was no interest in either of them physically. Fraser had had to go with his instinct, of course, using the keen authority in the stranger's choice of outfit and complete lack of interest in exposing himself in trappings of leather and lace as evidence toward a possible in-route.
And now all they had to do was keep it together long enough for Ray to catch on to the opening. He had to trust Fraser's judgement. ]
Now then, kid. You gotta be firm, even when they're as well trained as this. Not all the rules are gonna be orders, you'd be wasting your breath. Do this, don't do this. You gotta get them anticipating what you want, learning how to please you all the time, not just when you ask for it. He's here for you, no-one else, so he should heel, not go wandering off checking out strangers, capice?
[ He wasn't talking to Fraser. Ray was the beneficiary of the advice, and as the suspect released Fraser's throat and wrist, letting him go almost in slow motion, he kept his eyes on the Mountie, keeping him pinned in place. In fact, the stranger took a whole step back, and Fraser kept his back on the countertop, eyes on the ceiling. He knew what was coming. ]
Heel.
[ Fraser heeled. He pushed off the bar with one foot, swung to the right, and span to the ground behind Ray, dropped down to one knee with his head bumping against his partner's hip, but most of his body protected by Ray's legs. ]
Better, right? Hey, get my friend another drink. C'mon, sit down, sit down. What's your name?