[They're current location is the only thing holiday Ray back from reciprocating with his own sign of appreciation. His would undoubtedly be a lot less subtle than a hand on a knee.

When Fraser finally moves, so does Ray, slipping from the car again grabbing for his jacket and then slamming the door. He mimics Benton, using the roof as a resting spot, although he leans on his forearms as he stares across the top of the car towards the Mountie.]

And this is what I'm talkin' about, Fraser. This is an issue. A problem. I need you in this. We get you off your face and I'm on my own. And what if alcohol just makes you more Canadian, huh? You go in there tellin' stories about polar bears and igloos and tales of bein' a constable and they're gonna ask questions.