[Nod nod nod, a constant attentiveness as he occasionally repeats words back to concrete the idea that he's listening. And he was listening, every single word being absorbed and processed as he tried to pick and choose what information he considered most important for the moment. They were doing well enough, but getting too comfortable could result in a screw up.
The word vecchio had much the same reaction from Ray, his brows furrowing for just long enough to be noticed, although he covers for it with confusion, all opened mouth and questioning crease to his brow, the face of a man who's not quite grasped anything resembling another language. Ray's very, very good at playing dumb. It's almost as if it comes naturally…
He even keeps up the dumb act long enough to glance down towards his boot at the suggestion of them being dirty, but then he 'catches on', gaze snapping back to Lucca with a knowing little curl of his lips. He's happy to be assumed as dirty. Dirty is good. He can be a scumbag, so long as he makes sure to be a trustworthy one. It doesn't do to be seen a criminal but have no one trust you enough to share their secrets.]
Hey, yeah, thanks. We'll be here. [He takes the slap on the back with a low chuckle in reply. Doesn't even attempt to hold the guy for longer or beg for more information. It wouldn't do to piss the guy off after the headway they'd just made.]
Nice and loose, no sweat, I done that before. I'll seeya later, pal.
[A vague wave of gratitude until Lucca turns away, Ray twisting back to his beer and finishing it in silence until he's certain he's out of the club. Fraser gets a tap on the shoulder, waved upwards to signal he's allowed up, not quite dropping the act while they remain surrounded by so many witnesses.]
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[Nod nod nod, a constant attentiveness as he occasionally repeats words back to concrete the idea that he's listening. And he was listening, every single word being absorbed and processed as he tried to pick and choose what information he considered most important for the moment. They were doing well enough, but getting too comfortable could result in a screw up.
The word vecchio had much the same reaction from Ray, his brows furrowing for just long enough to be noticed, although he covers for it with confusion, all opened mouth and questioning crease to his brow, the face of a man who's not quite grasped anything resembling another language. Ray's very, very good at playing dumb. It's almost as if it comes naturally…
He even keeps up the dumb act long enough to glance down towards his boot at the suggestion of them being dirty, but then he 'catches on', gaze snapping back to Lucca with a knowing little curl of his lips. He's happy to be assumed as dirty. Dirty is good. He can be a scumbag, so long as he makes sure to be a trustworthy one. It doesn't do to be seen a criminal but have no one trust you enough to share their secrets.]
Hey, yeah, thanks. We'll be here. [He takes the slap on the back with a low chuckle in reply. Doesn't even attempt to hold the guy for longer or beg for more information. It wouldn't do to piss the guy off after the headway they'd just made.]
Nice and loose, no sweat, I done that before. I'll seeya later, pal.
[A vague wave of gratitude until Lucca turns away, Ray twisting back to his beer and finishing it in silence until he's certain he's out of the club. Fraser gets a tap on the shoulder, waved upwards to signal he's allowed up, not quite dropping the act while they remain surrounded by so many witnesses.]
C'mon, let's go. I got stuff to finish off.