[He spots the shift in Fraser, feels him relax back into position after a brief moment of fidgeting for, what Ray assumes was, attention. There's reassurance there that Ray's doing alright, and he's glad for it because sometimes it's hard to tell how well he's doing when his mind is going at a hundred miles an hour, tossing so much information, laws, questions and memories that he's not able to absorb it all. Fraser will be useful in recalling what's said, at least, but Ray knows they should have a wire or something, some shred of evidence beyond their word that it happened. A good lawyer will get around this without a hitch. If Ray keeps this personable enough, he can at least come back to the guy.

This time Ray kept a hand down by Fraser, assured that his act of indifference was somewhat believable enough if talk of getting rid of him was anything to go by.

As Lucca gradually leans in, Ray meets him in the middle, showing interest in every single word offered to him and appearing to have absolutely no issues with the less than legal side of it. Perhaps it's something about Ray's face, the act of low intelligence or his general demeanour as a guy of the streets, but the amount of times he's gotten the less law abiding to open up to him must be some sort of record. At least he knows the lingo enough to nod along, but knowing friends of friends isn't enough to sink anyone.]

Desirable merch. That uh, that is somethin' to think on. Never wanted to waste all this hard work.

[Fraser gets a visible hair ruffle as Ray talks about him, just to show how little he wants to waste.]

I just hand him over or what? I'm a busy guy. Can't get too involved in it, y'know? Clean hands. Gotta get him up to standard first anyway, sort out that self-preservation. It's tough when they like their punishment.