[Francesca, he supposes, was a whole different ball game from the rest of the Vecchios. They all had their own quirks and forceful habits, but she was relentless in her pursuit, obsessed with Fraser up to the very end and beyond. It was really quite amazing to witness just how much she didn't get it, but that might just be from some exceptionally deep seated denial. In the years Fraser had known her, he still hadn't found a way to keep her away, and Ray was just as clueless as the Mountie. How do you say no to a woman who doesn't accept it as an answer?

Even with the few brief glances he spared over to Fraser between driving, he could tell his partner was already worrying over the finer details of a stalking Frannie, and God knows how bad she'd be with a few drinks inside her.]

Don't worry about it. I'll think of somethin'. Even if it means I gotta dance with her. [If he can distract her long enough to let Fraser escape then it's worth it.]

Free bar though, huh? That's gonna make for a fun night. Last time I was at a weddin' with one of those, I woke up naked in the bath tub of the bridal suite, covered in confetti. Fun times, huh? Fun times.