[The threat had passed for now, he was sure of that. The moment the advice starts flowing it becomes clear that this guy won't be causing serious harm to Fraser. Ray stays tense nevertheless and waits for the possibility of attack, hackles still raised at the sight of his partner being man handled. That's his Mountie to manhandle, no one else's.

He gets the rules of this game though, and thinks he understands why Fraser has become so subdued under the hands of another.

This is their guy, he's sure of it now, and Fraser's managed to get the Italian playing right into their game. Not bad. All Ray had to do was attempt to act interested enough that conversation could continue. Easier said than done when it came to Ray considering his talent for pissing off pretty much everyone. Thankfully his bristling arrogance should play right into his part this time, a saving grace for the both of them.

And so he listens like he's supposed to, brows furrowing heavily as he makes an act of interest. Fraser does brilliantly in his submissiveness, silent and unmoving without any of his usual contrariness. When he moves to heel, Ray doesn't take his eyes off him, mildly fascinated by the obedience displayed. His hand reaches instinctively down to Fraser, ruffling through his hair as he leans in close, but Ray's attention soon snaps back up to the Italian.]

I like that. The thing he did. That's a good trick.

[When asked he moves, flicking his hand for Fraser to follow as he heads towards the other male, scrambling for a perch at the bar as he reaches for his newly provided beer with a mumbled thanks.]

Uh, Ray. You look like you know what you're doin' with all this.